"communism?! Aargh"
The king's back fell down on his throne when he heard that word, his face was filled with disbelief and pity. His entire body got stripped of its energy just from hearing it, although he looked unwell, the king actually chuckled. He slowly got himself up as his chuckles grew louder to the point that he was laughing pretty uncontrollably.
"communism?.. Heh, well I applaud him for keeping his own country standing, im surprised its even run by an idiot like him but luckily Siddra was here to snap his neck"
Maybe countries tried and all of them failed due to the country literally collapsing itself to oblivion, communism in theory seems to work wonders but in practice, it's not really the best option to pick for running a country so after ten or so countries suffering from the same problem, no one even tried to use it anymore, let alone even speak of it.
Suddenly, one of his subordinates walked up to him holding a scroll, it looked worned out but it was relatively clean so it must have been perfectly preserved, compared to the paper quality of the present time the historic scroll seemed to match up with the quality, to write something on a good quality paper at historic times which was quite hard to get, it must've been important. The subordinate began reading through the important details.
"your majesty, we've deeply looked at our historic logs.. It's seems that this... King if he even upholds to that title.. Is one of the many successors who rules the kingdom of....Pobelle which~ was one of the very few kingdoms who didn't join the formation of Aussi"
"Formation of Aussi? Wasn't that...a very long time ago?"
"it is what is written here your majesty"
"how the hell did it not fall during these centuries?" he mumbled
"well.. Your majesty, what are we to do with these assassins and soldiers?"
"oh.. them...huh, what would you do?"
The subordinate was startled a bit there, being held responsible for the lives of people who have killed countless lives since birth. Although the king said it in the form of a question instead of a direct order, the subordinate still chose his words carefully before answering a basic question.
"well.. With the crimes of mass murder, they should be detained of course.. simple as that"
"eh, fair enough.. but have you forgotten that they were raised in a communist country? They could've been brainwashed at birth or something"
"I understand your concerns but, they could be instructed to kill the enemy king in the event of their own king dying"
".. Alright.. detain them, make sure the assassins are clustered together with light magic covering them all around, after all.. an assassin is useless without the dark, send the others to the dungeon and make sure Siddra escorts the assassins, who knows what they could do"
"as you wish"
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(...)
Ferris quietly leaned on the large skyscraper window as the heavy droplets painted the glass with water, it was a calm atmosphere due to how the noises of rain affects our brain. ©I know you love the sounds of rain too, don't lie xd® After the short coffee break the man continued to write on the giant blackboard like a mad man while his daughter happily sat on a soft chair reading a novel while enjoying the noises of the rain.
(this rain... Why is it so calming)
"hey, Where's the living room?" Ferris asked just loud enough for the man to hear him clearly
"that door, to your left" the man replied while not even bothering to look at him as he continued writing
(his not any royalty I've ever seen, not even hiring guards to protect them while that man works his ass off with those boards... and her daughter.. nothing much)
-click-
As he twisted the door handle it made a metal click noise while it opened, there weren't any creaking noises like the usual doors, was it made up of wood? or hard plastic? Ferris didn't really give much thought to it, his only goal is to get some privacy using the living room and oh boy was it almost perfect for him. At this point the main character basically got isekai'd to the real life earth, the living room was like a five star skyscraper apartment with the usual modern furniture, a large room, large and wide windows, rainy nosies and the dark clouds made sure that the apartment was lit up but not to much.
-plop-
"haah.."
The soft sofa gladly welcomed him with open arms, his body felt like it was surrounded by water and in a good way. He lied himself down so that his body occupied almost half of the sofa, for an apartment that was occupied by only a short amount of people, everything was due scaled up.
(this feeling.. It's pleasant im...ganna.....sleep...... ..... ... .. .
-click-
[End]
©Not much happening here just a tiny sip of plot if theres even any xd. To make your day happier here is a joke I've copied in YouTube, what do you call a Soviet sniper?.... a Marx man, ba dum tss.... All right I'll se myself out®