"Come on, you can do better than that," I encouraged half-heartedly.
"Yes, sir!" Responded Lusk, before firing a couple of water bullets at me, which I easily evaded.
It was currently the first week of July, in the year 1675, a few months after the battle against the Vampires. Things had been pretty peaceful lately, all things considered. The damage done to the Rustlands during that battle was all but gone now, repairs had progressed at a steady pace, and the nation was back to normal.
Silvland has shown no signs of going back on their move to cut ties with us and Bronztan, but they also hadn't shown any signs that they were gonna be our enemies...well, right now, they're the weakest nation in the world, so it'd be pretty stupid of them to provoke us. Guess the asshole prince-...or, technically, asshole king, was smarter than I thought he was. Or at least, he wasn't as dumb as I thought he was.
