[Main Scenario #2]

(1)Proconsul - Roman title for Governer of a Roman Provence

(2)Tellus - Name of the planet this fanfic takes place in (in Latin Tellus translates to Earth, Terra Marter and Tellus Marter both refer to the Earth goddess in Roman myths) 

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[A new Main Scenario has arrived]

「 [Main scenario #1 - 'War Of The Kings']

Category: Main

Difficulty: -

Clear conditions: The kings holding three flags by the end of four weeks may lay claim to the absolute throne.

Time limit: four weeks

Compensation: 7,000 coins, A claim to the Absolute Throne, Title of Emperor, Attribute Emperor

Failure: ???

* A King can hold only three flags at a time.

* A flag can be obtained by killing another king or making him submit.

* A map of the Suruwat dome will be accessible made accessible to all kings showing the current locations and areas occupied by every king.

* Every king has a different coloured flag, the areas occupied by every king will be marked by the colour of their primary flag on the map.

* In case the king dies mid-battle or at the hands of an incarnation other than a king, any incarnation who picks up the flag and can hold it for three minutes will gain the position of a king.

* Only one flag can be taken from the same king in a week 」

[Constellation Prisoner Of Paranoia says that he is Omniscient and that he already knew that he would win the bet]

[Constellation Indomitable Champion Of Conflict is cursing at Constellation Prisoner Of Paranoia]

[Constellation Enchantress of Folkvangr is feeling exhilarated]

[Constellation Ruler Of Vanir says that the wager is void due to external interference]

[Constellation Ruler Of Vanir is giving a lecture on ethics and fairness]

[Constellation Prisoner Of Paranoia is calling Constellation Ruler Of Vanir a party pooper]

[Constellation Ruler Of.....]

I have no time for these teenagers I decide, pushing the indirect messages window backwards. The scenario window pops up replacing the messages window, I study the white letters for a minute before looking up to find a bear-like human whose name I can't pronounce looking at me as if waiting for me to say something.

More precisely he had noticed the white flag hoisted from my right shoulder. The once arm-length flag was now a full-size flag, extending from above my head all the way to my knees hanging at a 45-degree angle on my back. I felt like a ninja.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see the corrupt politician looking me dead in the eye.

"What will be our course of action my king" he asks with an evil smile.

This idiot had gone full historical drama mode, his tone matched one of a minister in a king's court. The only thing amiss here was our attire and that he was standing with a hand on my shoulder acting like Vin Deisel in a Fast and the Furious movie, rather than kneeling on one knee with his forearm resting on the other and gaze on the ground.

Mr bear had joined us and stood beside me, awaiting my answer. It was time for that awkward moment when I ask for his name. To him, it might be the first time we've met but as for me, I had been trying to pronounce his name for the past few hours. I had also thought about 10 ways to ask for his name before admitting defeat since it didn't matter how much I practiced it, in the end, the only thing I would manage is what's your name. If I thought about it too much I might end up saying something like what my name is your Dorain. I'm bad at socializing. Why can't talking be telepathic, no scratch that it could be way worse in telepathic.

"First I'd like to ask for your name" I look at Mr bear.

"Ohh right" he says. "I'm Ethelard, but I'd prefer if you called me Ethel."

So Æ was just a fancy way of writing E and I got all worked up for nothing.

"I'm Dorain" I reply.

Niven is about to begin his introduction when Ethel interrupts him.

"Proconsul Niven? You're Proconsul Niven, right?" he says. If we were standing on the Moon, the first thing you'd spot when looking back at Tellus would be Mr. Ethel's excitement. His eyes were practically falling out of their sockets, his teeth showing from a smile as wide as his face.

Niven looked at me, a smirk all over his face as he had one-upped on something important. As far as I was concerned, idiots were famous among other idiots. He pointed towards Ethel with his eyes his face stuck in my direction as if to say, see this is how you respond when you lay eyes upon the great Proconsul Niven.

Proconsul? I thought the current Proconsul was Proconsul Ces. But then again I was never really into politics so I may be wrong although I do remember a broadcast a few months ago of proconsul Ces inaugurating something.

"Wasn't the current Pronconsul, Proconsul Ces?" I ask interrupting the overjoyed Ethel who looked like someone had given a gorilla a 5-foot banana.

The merry atmosphere suddenly turns silent as all four of them stare at me like I had just committed a war crime before bursting into laughter. They laugh for a good ten minutes before looking at me again as their laughter dies like falling leaves of a tree at the beginning of Fall (autumn).

"You seriously don't know?" Niven asks, as if I had touched upon a sensitive topic, a hint of frustration oozing from his voice. I blankly stare at the four of them, deliberately making a dumb expression so they know I'm clueless.

"He was discharged from his position after he was found guilty of multiple crimes six years ago." Ethel says dispensing anger with every word he uttered.

The previously merry atmosphere around us had turned sour, but the words that caught my ear were 'six years ago.' I was absolutely sure I had watched him inaugurate something not a few months ago, but then again, I was never really a news watcher. To say that I lived under a rock wouldn't be wrong.

"Namely money laundering, substance abuse and human trafficking" adds a member of the corrupt trio wearing a blue newsboy cap.

"I'm sure he was an underground mafia or something." added the last of the corrupt trio.

Human trafficking? I'm sure Niven did money laundering but human trafficking this wasn't run of the mill criminal, he was definitely a crime lord of sorts. More importantly, I had to change the topic, we shouldn't go into a war scenario with this mood.

"Let's prepare for the next scenario, improve your stats and ready your gear. If anyone doesn't know how to use coins yet ask your sponsors. If you don't have a sponsor ask me, I'd be more than happy to enlighten you. This war scenario isn't something we can dive into without proper preparation and roles."

I almost open my stats window in the flow of things but remember what happened the last time. I definitely didn't want a probability storm, not now, not ever and especially with people like Niven in my proximity. He definitely has an eye on the flag and the role of king. I remember a bullet point from the scenario window.

* In case the king dies mid-battle or at the hands of an incarnation other than a king, any incarnation who picks up the flag and can hold it for three minutes will gain the position of a king.

I should watch my back when I'm around him, I don't want a knife sticking out my back.