Things were… different below.
Vivia was pissed.
The tri-alliance of Bolk, Rolk, and Blench had declared war on us.
And the United federation of Solk in the meanwhile had acknowledged our presence and as an independent country.
"Who the fuck even are they?" I mumbled.
I was back in the Count's mansion, just sipping tea. While Vivia pouted and frowned in the corner, occasionally grumbling and sighing. The countess had gone out to fetch more tea, personally.
I knew Bolk, that's the country I'd initially crawled out from. And Rolk was the literal next door neighbors. Blench, I'd heard about before. And technically East Tilk was part of Blench.
Who the fuck even comes up with these stupid names?
"We visited them before," Vivia said. "The shore cities."
"Oh…" Huh… "Weren't Bolk and Blench at odds with each other?"
"They were but with you as a target, they are forced to unite."
