Chapter 30: ~Fall of a nation.~ (1/2)
***Jamaian Union, Jamai-Capital***
Jamaian is a very hot country. Not a desirable conquest at all.
“It's actually a little funny to see them hiding behind their walls.” I am positioned on one of the bigger dunes around the city of Jamai. The countryside around Jamai consists of desert and rocks. I wonder why they decided to have their capital in this bleak region.
Jamai is the capital of the Jamaian Union and it's currently under siege by my troops, which are spread out all around my observation point.
Someone organized a nice straw-chair and a wooden desk for me. A big umbrella is providing shadow for me. It's surely nice to be a ruler.
Two servants are fanning air in my direction. They have big fans which are made out of white feathers to accomplish their task.
It's nice that the feathers match with my white hair. But it reminds me that it lost it's natural wonderful pink colour a few hundred years ago. It's the curse of magical power.
Having such big reserves of mana is a blessing and a curse at the same time. Your body will change bit by bit if you use your power regularly.
My spy-master Tjena is sitting on a stool just three metres away. She is busy with rummaging through reports.
“Don't worry too much over it. Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose.” I nip on some juice, which I cooled down with magic.
“It's still infuriating! How could I overlook that a mind magician is lurking around in Norfolk. We lost many good spies!” Tjena removes another name from her list of operatives.
“When you sent them to the main continent, you couldn't have known. He was still in the Academy at that time. The spies in Mislow and the Academy got special training against mind magic. So you sent the lesser trained individuals to Norfolk. How should you have anticipated that someone from Mislow would immigrate to Norfolk? It would have never happened if not for that wish.” I shake my head
“~More importantly.~ What do you think about them?” I point to the slowly approaching delegation from Jamai. They finally decided to talk with me, but only after several attempts to chase my army away.
I reduced their troops with every new attack. Something which I originally wanted to avoid. Those soldiers are needed to refill my own ranks.
Tjena starts to fiddle with her brown hair. She has a slender build which adds to her charm as a spy. I tried several times to call her a ninja, but she doesn't like the call sign.
“My honest opinion? Execute them now and let us assassinate the ruling class of Jamai. They will probably try to kill you. Their society is deeply patriarchal. It's the greatest insult to them to be sieged by you.”
“On top you gave them the chance to surrender before killing a tenth of their troops. Another big insult in their culture. And you told them to stop slavery. Slavery is so deeply anchored in the Jamaian culture.... it would be the same as telling our people to forget about all our traditions.” Tjena shrugs her shoulders.
That's troublesome. Just by trying to be nice I insulted them? Stupid culture. I will make sure to abolish their traditions as fast as possible.
After some minutes five fat men and ten servants arrive at my place at the top of the dune. They had to climb the dune on their own. All of them are heavily decorated with golden necklaces, rings and other shimmering stuff.
I smile while looking over them with careful eyes. Finally the one with the most golden necklaces steps forward.
“I am the first minister of the Jamaian Union. We demand the retreat of your troops!” The ugly brute starts to state his demands.
“And I wish for your complete ~surrender~. All political power will be given to me, or I will eradicate your troops and take what I want with force. I hope you will consider that I don't like being here. It's hot and I am sweating. That's getting on my nerves.” The servants start to fan harder after hearing my words.
The prime minister thinks for a few seconds.“Then what about a political marriage to save face in front of the other countries.”
I start giggling. “Do you really believe I care about what others think about me? I unified a continent when you weren't even born and you wish that I marry someone who wasn't born by then either?” This guy has a problem in his head.
“So it is true?” The minister's expression turns sour and he turns to one of his colleagues.
There is no need for them to hold a useless chat. “So you will surrender? Or not?” This is becoming really troublesome.
The fat minister turns back into my direction and grabs something under his clothes. I immediately erect a barrier around the delegation.
“For the Jamaian Union!”
Not a second too late. He pulls a shining dagger out of his clothes in stabs it into his own chest in a smooth motion. He didn't hesitate at all!