Ramiel and Irles finally reach the main capital outer gate. The people around the area saw who was riding a military cargo vehicle, and they all instantly moved out of its path. The the se who were there stood silently and didn't even bother to say anything as the Commander Haroun Greiss team approached the gate. The team's reputation preceded them, instilling both fear and respect among the onlookers. The gatekeeper guarding the first outer 20-foot-tall, 50 ton reinforced metal gate was a 15-foot-tall, 1000-pound fused automata troll.
The troll was fused with a machine spider like lower body, big enough to support its massive remaining upper body, The gatekeeper's red eyes glowed with an eerie light as it scanned the approaching team, its mechanical arms ready to defend the gate at all costs. Commander Haroun Greiss raised a hand in a gesture of authority, knowing that any sudden movements could trigger a deadly response from the formidable automata troll.
The commander exchanged a few words with the gatekeeper, their voices barely audible over the loud hum of the cargo vehicle's engine. After a brief conversation, the gatekeeper stepped aside and the massive gate slowly creaked open. The team entered the main capital, a bustling city filled with the sounds of people, vehicles, and various other machines.
The streets were lined with tall buildings, each one a testament to the advanced technology of the city, but it was a stark contrast to those onlookers who stood in fear for their lives.
These were the second class citizens; they are the laborers that run those huge, noisy, harsh, and military factories. These people were slaves barely making a living; they the get paid in the lowest denomination of currency, struggling to survive in a city that thrived on their forced labor. The stark divide between the wealthy and the impoverished was evident in every corner of the bustling metropolis.
The first outer gate symbolized the physical and metaphorical barrier separating the two classes, with the wealthy residing within the luxurious inner city while the impoverished toiled outside. The stark contrast in living conditions was a constant reminder of the harsh realities faced by those on either side of the gate. The gate soon opened, and beyond the first gate lies the domain where the rich dwell; death awaits those who dare step foot into this part.
Many onlookers just look at the difference between what was beyond the 50 meter wall: the less fortunate and laborers live in squalor, while the elite live in opulence. The gate served as a poignant reminder of the vast disparities between the haves and the have-nots in society.
as soon the military personel entered the gate is slowly closed , while waiting inside each personel was requiered to check their uniform as the section of the city they are now going to walk in was manage by nobles and they must abide to the rule created by their Queen, the middle city was protected by a unseen barrier blocking all the polluants outside as their place of dwelling it purified and highly maintain my build unseen filters to ensure the air they were breathing was clean and without odor.
The military personnel were well aware of the strict rules and regulations that governed the middle city, as it was the heart of their kingdom and the plae to their beloved Queen usually visits. As they checked their uniforms, they made sure that every button was neatly fastened and every crease was perfectly pressed. This was not just a matter of following orders, but a symbol of respect and loyalty to their Queen and their city.
As they made their way through the winding streets of the middle city, the military personnel couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for the nobles who lived there. The buildings were grand and majestic, adorned with intricate carvings and beautiful gardens. The streets were clean and bustling with activity, as the nobles went about their daily business.
But as they walked, the military personnel also couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between the middle city and the outer areas. The air was thick with pollution and the streets were littered with garbage. It was a reminder of the importance of the barrier that protected the middle city, and the responsibility that came with living in such a pristine and cherished place.
As they reached their destination, the center wall, unlike the first outer wall that was created to separate the poor from the rich, was lower and made of an intricate and expensive metal wall fence, symbolizing a more subtle division between social classes. The contrast between the outer and inner walls highlighted the stark inequality that existed within the community. The fence was fashioned by a noble artisan who spent a lot of time and manpower to create a fence that would glorify the Queen's castle,
The entire 100 acre land was fully surrounded by this 6-foot-tall fence. It was created not for security but as a statement of opulence and exclusivity. The intricate design and expensive materials used in the construction of the fence served as a clear indicator of the rich and poor.
Queen Sheaira Liluth Demiurgos was so proud, and overbearing Ramiel was annoyed with such odacity and outright neglect of her true duties as a leader.
The military personnel were greeted by the Queen's guards, who inspected their weapons and credentials before allowing them to enter. Inside, the palace was a sight to behold. Every inch was adorned with gold and precious jewels, a testament to the wealth and power of their kingdom. But amidst the opulence, there was also a sense of order and discipline. The Queen's rule was just and fair, and it was evident in the way her city was maintained.
As the rest of military personnel under Commander Haroun Greiss completed their tasks and prepared to leave the middle city, they couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to serve and protect such a beautiful and well-governed place. They knew that their Queen and her nobles would continue to uphold the standards and traditions that made their city so unique and beloved.
And as they exited the gates, with the barrier closing behind them, they took a deep breath of the clean, pure air and knew that they were part of something truly special.
while Ramiel hated everything,
The two of them were placed inside a room; it was a small, dimly lit space with no windows and only a single flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The musty smell of old books and damp earth filled the air, making Ramiel's disdain for the situation even more palpable. It looked extravagant but from what he could sense, they were placing it as a symbolic gesture that they were not on the same level as those who live in the palace.
After a few minutes of waiting, somebody came into the room and was wearing a maid's uniform and carrying a tray with bread and water. Ramiel decided to act, and he suddenly just woke up, The maid was shocked and alerted the guards that were standing outside the room. The guards barged in and ordered Ramiel to not move.
Ramiel realized he was in a precarious situation but remained calm and stated that they were forcefully put to sleep, abducted, and illegally transported here without even their consent. The guards looked at each other in confusion, unsure of how to proceed with this unexpected turn of events. Ramiel took advantage of the momentary hesitation and addressed them by saying that he is a Demiurgo, a nephew of the current Queen Sheaira Liluth Demiurgos.
The two guards inadvertently laughed and mocked Ramiel, dismissing his claim as a lie. Ramiel then calmly asked them to verify his identity with the Queen herself, confident that she would confirm his lineage and authority. The guards exchanged uncertain glances before reluctantly agreeing to take Ramiel to see Queen Sheaira Liluth Demiurgos.
Ramiel politely asked the female maid to watch over his fiancee and make sure she was fine.
The guards looked and moved in a clumsy lacking in discipline and look like they were ordinary wealthy citizens, but their arrogance and distain look at him hinted they were born nobles ,. Their refined but rude mannerisms and elegant attire contrasted sharply with their lack of physical strength. It was clear that they were accustomed to a life of privilege and power, despite their unassuming appearance as palace guards,
Ramiel used this opportunity to gain their trust and ask them about why they were working as guards in the place, i t was beneath them because the two of them came from noble blood, the two guards change their attitude knowing he was able ti identify ther status, and they revealed that they had no choice, this was the only way to serve in the palace because their is no suitable work for them so their queen being a generus leader, allowed them to temporarily work here as guards until they could find more suitable positions. The guards expressed gratitude for the queen's understanding and promised to serve diligently until they could move on to better opportunities.
Ramiel was holding back his disappointment, seeing how self centered these people were despite the queen's blind and foolish generosity toward the rich. He realized that sometimes people's circumstances can lead them to make choices that may not align with their true character. The two were touched by his words , but Ramiel was actually referring to the slave laborers working behind walls that separated them from the reality they were living in.
Despite his disappointment, Ramiel decided to treat the guards nicely because they were arrogant and spoiled, but it seemed they were oblivious to the suffering of others. He knew that true change would require a shift in perspective, but he was unsure if these guards were capable of such growth.
As they reached a certain hall, a butler approached them and asked who the person was, The two guards could not answer because they didn't even follow the place protocol. Ramiel recognized an opportunity to educate the guards on the importance of respecting protocol and understanding their role in society. He calmly explained the situation to the butler and ensured that he wanted to secure his status, and he meant no harm.
The butler smiled and ordered the two guards to leave and return to their task. The butler introduced himself as the head butler, saying, "You may address me as Butler Ruewill " of the palace, and he stated that he knew who he was because he was ordered to accompany him in meeting the Queen; sadly, he woke up earlier than expected.
Ramiel also knew what Butler Ruewill was; he is an Ifrit, a demon of fire and illussion, often appearing to be helpful but with bad consequences . Ramiel couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in the presence of the demon, but he knew he had no choice but to follow him to meet the Queen. As they walked through the palace corridors, Ramiel couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister was afoot.
As soon as they reached the farthest hall door and gradually opened it , Ramiel's suspicions were confirmed when Butler Ruewill's demeanor suddenly changed, revealing his true intentions.
"cast abysmal illusions!" Ramiel knew he was in grave danger and had to act quickly to protect himself. As the ifrit held him by his neck and pushed him inside as they both entered the hall room,
The Butler had already cast his illusion ability, as they looked like they were falling inside an endless dark pit. Ruewil was chocking Ramiel, and he was desperately trying to remove Ruewill's grip, Ramiel kicked him in the stomach with all his might, causing Ruewill to momentarily loosen his grip. With a burst of adrenaline, Ramiel managed to break free, and they were still falling. Ramiel twisted around and turned around, trying to evade Ruewill's sudden attacks. He was laughing while Ramiel was in a defensive posture.
anticipating the next move. Ruewil's laughter echoed in the darkness as they continued to spiral downward, locked in a fierce battle of wills. Ruewil's eyes glinted with malice, determined to overpower Ramiel and emerge victorious in their deadly dance.
But it was far from what was really happening, Ramiel was standing Butler Ruewill while he was in a state of trance; his spell backfired, and he was inside his own illusion and could not even tell reality from fantasy. Ruewill's laughter turned into panicked screams as he realized he was trapped in his own mind, at the mercy of Ramiel's powerful magic.
Ramiel didn't do anything that extraordinary; he just cast a strong reflection spell, the butler wasn't aware he can cast spell by just thinking it. Ruewill's mind was a chaotic mess as he struggled to break free from the illusion, but Ramiel remained calm and focused, knowing that the butler's own fear would be his downfall.
While her butler was screaming in fear, Sheaira Liluth Demiurgos was watching while sitting at her throne of obsidian, a small smile playing on her lips as she witnessed the power of her loyal servant. Ruewill's desperate attempts to escape. Ramiel walked toward her and introduced himself as her loyal servant. Ruewill's desperate attempts to escape.
Ramiel walked toward her and introduced himself as Ramiel Demiurgos, son of Empress Allatou Estrith Demiurgos.
"Your power is truly remarkable, my lady," Ramiel said, bowing before her. Sheaira's smile widened as she acknowledged his words, feeling a sense of pride in her lineage and the strength of her family's legacy.
"But I think you are too blind or stubborn to see what is happening outside your walls."
"Or you just don't care about those who are suffering.."
Sheaira's expression turned serious as she considered Ramiel's words, her mind racing with the implications of his accusations, When Commander Haroun Greiss came out of Ramiels blind spot and attacked him,
Ramiel was caught off guard. As a skilled and experienced commander, Ramiel had faced many enemies and overcome countless challenges. But facing Commander Greiss was a whole new level of skill and power. The force of Greiss's attack was like nothing Ramiel had ever felt before. His mithril hands were like powerful weapons, capable of crushing anything in their path. Ramiel quickly realized that he was no match for Greiss's strength and agility.
As they circled each other in the heat of battle, Ramiel could see the determination and focus in Greiss's eyes. He knew that this was not just a battle between two enemies, but a personal vendetta for Greiss. The commander's reputation preceded him; he was known for his unwavering loyalty to his kingdom and his fierce determination to protect his queen's honor at all costs.
Despite his fear and uncertainty, Ramiel refused to back down. He had a duty to protect his own life, and he would not let Greiss's personal agenda get in the way of that., Ramiel launched himself at Greiss, his own magical abilities coming to the forefront. The clash of their powers was like a raging storm, with each trying to overpower the other. It seemed like an endless battle, with neither of them willing to give up. But as time passed, Ramiel could feel himself tiring, his magical energy slowly depleting. He knew he had to come up with a new strategy if he wanted to defeat Greiss.
Suddenly, an idea sparked in Ramiel's mind. With a swift move, he dodged Greiss's attack and grabbed hold of his mithril hand. Using all his strength, Ramiel directed the flow of Greiss's power towards himself and then redirected it back at Greiss. The commander was caught off guard and was temporarily stunned.
This was Ramiel's chance. With one final burst of energy, he summoned a powerful spell and directed it towards Commander Haroun Greiss, but Ramiel felt something hit him in the back.
It was a two dagger. Sheaira Liluth ability to control matter with her thoughts was her power,
"Huh.. Telekenisis ,"
She smirked as she watched Ramiel struggle to move under her control. With a flick of her wrist, she sent more daggers flying towards him, determined to help Commander Greiss at all costs. Ramiel was in a difficult spot , as he needed to figure out and defend against two constantly changing attack patterns from Sheaira Liluth. He knew he had to think quickly and strategize in order to survive this intense battle. As the daggers continued to fly towards him, Ramiel focused on finding a way to outmaneuver his opponent and turn the tide in his favor.
He studied Sheaira's movements, trying to anticipate her next move. But she was skilled and unpredictable, making it difficult for Ramiel to find an opening. He could feel the sweat dripping down his face as he continued to dodge and parry her attacks. While protecting himself from Commander Haroun Greiss strikes, he was now getting faster, he could feel his punches becoming heavier, and pain was breaking through his skin barrier.,
Blood was dripping from his wounds as he fought to stay focused on his strategy. Ramiel needs to show the two he was desperately trying to adapt to. Commander Haroun Greiss' fighting style was now different; his punches were coming from weird angles, and he needed to adjust his defense accordingly. Even his footwork was becoming more unpredictable, making it difficult for Ramiel to anticipate his next move.
the clash of power and strength was heard throughout the palace, Ramiel felt three more powerful warriors were watching them, his Auntie didn't even move from her throne, as she manipulated the numerous dagger with her mind. The intensity of the battle only heightened as Ramiel realized he was not only facing Commander Greiss, but also potentially three other formidable opponents. Despite the chaos around him, Ramiel couldn't help but be in awe of his Auntie's incredible telekinetic abilities as she effortlessly controlled the daggers with her mind from her throne.
she was smiling as she sees how helpless Ramiel was against the combined forces before him, knowing that he would have to dig deep within himself to stand a chance against such powerful adversaries. Her smile was both reassuring and unsettling, a reminder of the immense power she possessed and the dangerous game they were all playing.
When Rameil suddenly drop down to his knees, after nearly thirty minutes of evading and fighting Commander Haroun Greiss , he was badly wounded, as blood trickled down his arm and back from a deep gash. The odds seemed insurmountable,
but this was part of his plan.