The four great nations of the world were the ones that made the strongest force in the entire world. These four nations are- Illova Selina, Ortu Solis, Mesanyacht, and Celestis. Al of which have strong military power, including both the enforcement and he high level of mages they have prepared. The most prosperous of them was Illova.
One of the major reasons of this was the lineage of the kings in the nation; all of them were trained highly for this responsibility. If not capable even the royal blood was not allowed to become the next emperor and instead someone more capable from the line is given the responsibility instead. This rule was set up long ago. A more powerful right was given to the head of the military instead. All of this was indeed managed by the people of the nation, which made a proper cycle.
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The spring flowers of Elna were one of their specialties. Absolutely delicate and even thought that more beautiful than most others. They also contained a very strong herbal effect and thus they were saved for later usage at the approaching end of spring. This was not much for any outer place, but this meant much for Elna. The seeds of these flowers made quite fine tea to drink. These flowers did have to survive a half-harsh winter, not too harsh, which made Elna a perfect spot for this.
Trough one of the fields of these flowers rushed a swift wave. It was the passing of a elegantly hasting run of a little concerned Achromo. He ran towards his house with the fastest speed he could catch and he was being followed by two weaker speeded friends- Vincent and Lyra. Achromo leaded a sharp run toward his house in a wondering expression.
Why? he wondered in a small tone in his mind, Why would the king be in Elna... and what is more: why would he be heading towards my place.
Disbelief floated trough his mind and further thoughts were circling him, not enough time for Achromo to think and run, so he just sprung and continued to his destination with the ascending speed. Both Vincent and Lyra were still struggling to keep up with him, and far away was Achromo's home- right in the corner of the town.
Eventually, with a speed that slowed down by the time, Achromo had finally reached his place and viewed the scene from a tree. It did not take long for him to be noticed. Without a need to be called out, Achromo descended the tree and followed his friends behind him.
"What is this about?" asked Lyra, a concerned expression on her face.
"I don't know." came back the reply almost instantly, "But this seems something that can't be too good, can it? Stay behind."
"Achromo-" her voice was interrupted by a view of a terrible expression on the face of Achro which stopped her from speaking further. Vincent totally understood this and closed his eyes in a thought. Achromo walked forward at a glance from the guard.
"Who are you, kid?" said the guard in a quick voiced. "You are not supposed to be here. You must identify yourself."
"I must not." he continued with a reply, "What is happening here?"
"That is the same question I should ask you." a voice rung trough the place that felt both ferocious and calm at the same time. Achromo glanced at the direction from which the voice appeared. He saw a sight that did not exactly please his eyes. His eyes fell on a badge on his chest and he identified that immediately, it was a 5-star officer. This confirmed his suspicion of his thoughts being true. It was indeed the king, who else would a 5-star officer accompany. He had a quite fair knowledge of the army and military system of Illova.
"A kid, eh?" he glanced at the boy careful, the his eyes widened slightly at the sight of his face even more as he continued, "And what is with the hair color. What a face you have. These eyes. This is not Elnan. It's not that irregular, I guess. Where are you from? Just who are you? Identify yourself. Take it as a order."
Achromo made a kind of grimace that suggested an unclear anger. He did not reply for a while and they both glanced each other for a while, the guard looked him on his face instead of his bright blue eyes.
"I am the one of this house." he decided to reply calmly, "What is a 5-star officer doing at my house. I must know."
"Achromo." came a voice that was companied by a surprised face It was a face that had a terrible shock that darkened his face. "Are you Achromo Yiostheou? That can't be quite right." He thought of something for a while, "You may go inside. Please forgive my intrusion, if I caused any. Let him in."
The guards at the gate backed their lances and the officers face was with a changed expression, from a slight annoyance to respect. He gave a bow to Achromo before he proceeded towards the gate and he replied likewise. The general nodded to the guards in reassuring them. Achromo was still oblivious of the situations at this point but he chose not to question anymore. He walked in a pace that was slightly faster a walk and rushed towards the door.
He opened the gate to see a sight he had figured he would be seeing. He first saw a scarlet fur robe that extended to the ground from the shoulders of the man who wore this. His head was decorated with a crown, which was further decorated by gemstones and golds. The man, as seen from the behind, had hairs that resembled someone of an older age, they were a mixture of grey and black; tough the black was more dominant, making him believe that he was younger. It was indeed the King.
At the voice of the opening of the door, the man turned towards to face Achromo. He had a expressionless face with eyes that could not be figured out so easily. His face had little to no wrinkles, and he seemed to be not much older than his father. He had a body that could be called being in a near perfect ratio: neither too skinny, nor too bulky. Achromo could not tell how strong he was, but the presence was not weak. It was quite sure that he was trained.
Achromo's eyes then fell on his father who was sitting on the chair behind the king. His head faced the floor making his expression not being able to be seen. It was unclear if he was in gloom. H stood still making no movements, silently with no response to the creaking sound of the door. Still oblivious to the current situation, Achromo wanted to ask a question. HE could not figure out where to start.
"Is that you're son?" he faced towards Rey again.
Rey nodded in reply and still did not look up. He nodded back at him but said nothing more. Then he stared at Achromo who did not move an inch from his position. They both stared at each other's face, sharing a look. Achromo was trying to understand the motive of his presence but he simply could not.
"What is going on, father?" he expressed a strong question.
"Why don't you have a talk with me instead?" replied the king, his father seemed to have no motive to reply anyway.
"What is the reason of you're arrival." he asked after a pause. Then to almost satisfy his doubt, he hesitantly added, "My King."
"Can we not talk in questions." he came with a reply that had not much thought in it. He did not reply instantly, nor did it take him much time. "You figured who I was, that is not bad at all. Quite obvious when I think about it now. Must you know my intentions, I will leave that on to you. I believe that we shall have a calm talk on this."
"This is not to becalm upon, my King." He replied with his voice still containing the same respect that he had before this talk. "I want to know what is going on here. The King, an entire army, and even a 5-star officer. What is this all about? Is this regarding to me? What is it that you want from me."
"Talk not in questions." he replied with the same expressionless face he had from the beginning of the conversation, "Questions cause more harm than they often do good. Doubt may sometimes become the reasons that entire kingdoms collapse. Do not thus doubt anything, boy."
Achromo took a few seconds t come up with a reply for this, which he decided to be just a repetition of the question he had formerly asked.
"As for you're question," the king continued ignoring the question that Achromo raised, almost sensing his words, "it might have more to do to you're father than it is for you. I just had something that I wanted to converse to you're father about. I had nothing to do you, until now. This is quite a interesting case now."
He had a voice that you would expect a old man to have, but it had it's appeals to it. It had a sense of the royals, with a magnificent style of speaking. The voice, he realized now, that it would have suited to him even if he would be young. There was a different kind of appeal to him.
"It is something good, I presume." he was hardly keeping calm.
He did not reply.
"Might it be something bad." he continued.
Still. No reply.
"What is it that you want?"
He smiled a little before answering.
"It is neither something good; nor is it something too bad. This might be a thing that you might not know about."
"Is it bad or is it good." Achromo said, slightly concerned.
"How bland." replied a face with only slight or even negligible annoyance, "We have done this so many times, have you not realized."
He stopped. They both considered their words for a while before the man continued,
"Now Achromo, what if I mean something bad."
Achromo stood still at the place. He observed the man carefully, he thought about what he said for a while. The expression on his face was not detectable. Achromo could not figure out what it was. No reply nevertheless.
"Boy." he continued, "What if I mean something bad."
"I would have to kill you." it was a cold glare that emerged from the boy. The King felt it. It was a strong emotion of him. Quite menacing to observe, such were the emotions, felt from long miles away. What a strong emotion it was.
Then both of them burst out into laughter after a pause that they shared. Achromo seemed slightly concerned. His father's face was indeed not down anymore, his face lit up. He got up his chair and stood near the King.
"What is this?" questioned Achromo, more puzzled than he ever would have been. It was a surprise of what was happening. Sadness and fury were in a kind abandoned by him. He did not know what was the laugh happening.
"An old friend of mine." came the reply from his father.