Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Vol. 2 Chapter 10

"Uncontrollable barbarians are just that—uncontrollable," Prince Zava sneered. "Like the empire that savagely enslaved and slaughtered the people of Callusia. As we've deduced, your existence is a danger to the world," he said to Lord Oliver, who didn’t even flinch, his gaze slowly turning to the newcomers.

"Birds of a feather, flock together," Oliver muttered coldly. "I mean, Italy switching allies makes sense—they know who’s strong from the start. But Kashim here? Unbearably stupid." He cut off Viscountess Daltine, who tried to explain. "Enough nonsense. Marjorie Kingdom, hand over the daughter of Lisa, or do you want to be slaughtered? Have your people skinned alive and crucified—old, children, toddlers, pregnant, skinny, fat, all races, all colors. Not even your pets, homes, or land will be spared if you don't follow my command. Hand her over."

"Lord Oliver, she is the property of the Holy Kingdom—the daughter of the Corrupted Saint. Her existence is an homage to the goddess, a symbol for our kingdom as the vessel of the goddess. Handing her over would be a declaration of war against not only the goddess but also our kingdom and the millions of believers in the Holy Light Goddess Alvera," Lady Emily declared.

"Her? Lisa? Are you stupid?" Oliver scoffed. "She was my classmate. She'd never believe in occult nonsense like this, nor would she be associated with the bullshit you're spouting."

Classmates? Did Marjorie really take a citizen of Cignus? My face drained of blood at the thought. I had heard countless stories of how ruthless Cignus was in dealing with those who kidnapped their people. There was a notorious incident when pirates captured Cignus citizens, and the government had responded without hesitation. They rounded up the families, acquaintances, and friends of the pirates, tortured them, and sent every single finger back as a gruesome warning. Everyone feared laying a hand on any citizen of Cignus, and now Marjorie had just taken one? Of all the countries to provoke? Cignus is one to...

"Don't lie! The Corrupted Saint Lisa was the daughter of a goddess! You’re a liar! No! Monster! Barbarians! She came from another world, there's no way she came from your country!" Lady Emily interrupted my thoughts.

Oliver’s eyes gleamed with cold amusement. "We came from another world," he declared, nailing the coffin shut on the fragile understanding in the room. Silence enveloped the crowd as they processed the incomprehensible claim. "Our country came from another world. We arrived eight years ago, contacted the natives, fought a war with Valur, triumphed, and expanded," he continued, his voice sardonic and mocking. "Don’t try to comprehend this using your common sense. We had a bucket list called the Geneva Convention, and you don't want to know what we can do."

"Bullshit! That's a lie! Only a goddess would have the power to call people from another world! Not an entire country!" Lady Emily screamed, her voice shaking with anger.

"I care less about your whore goddess," Oliver shot back, the derision evident in his tone.

"You!?" Emily's face flushed with rage, her composure slipping at his blasphemy. "Seventy million will crusade against your country! None of your people will be spared!"

"Blah, blah, blah," Oliver dismissed her threats, his indifference infuriating her further.

"Did you not hear me?" she pressed, desperation and fury evident in her tone. "Seventy million believers of the Holy Light will come for you!"

"We've got enough bullets, bombs, white phosphorus, and cannon shells to slaughter them all," Oliver replied coldly, the chilling calmness of his words cutting through the chaos. "Don’t think using her as a hostage will change anything. You’ll only make my plans for genociding every single one of you that much more painful and despairing."

Lady Emily remained silent as the Norvogan soldiers positioned their rifles.

"Stop this madness, Your Excellency! Your barbaric actions are completely inappropriate," Prince Zava said, his voice tingled with urgency. "This is an act that amounts to a declaration of war against the Antares Alliance—a military coalition of twenty-eight technologically advanced nations. Are you truly willing to provoke such a conflict?" His words were laden with a veiled threat directed at Lord Oliver.

"Assuming you had advanced technology for a hundred years, but you don’t, so don’t threaten me," Oliver replied dismissively, his gaze unwavering and indifferent. "Hand her over." He insisted, continuing to ignore Prince Zava as if the man didn’t even register in his mind. The sheer audacity, the disrespect he exhibited was infuriating. It was clear he was deliberately pissing off both factions at once, showing an utter disregard for the consequences.

Was this part of his plan? I recalled what the Crown Princess had warned: that he would declare war, but this escalation was an unexpected twist. It was one thing to threaten an alliance, but quite another to act with such reckless abandon in front of multiple nations.

"Do you not understand the consequences of your actions?" Prince Zava pressed, his voice rising with frustration. "You are endangering not just yourself, but your entire empire. You cannot simply declare war on an alliance of this scale and expect to emerge unscathed!"

"I had to no time talking with insignificant pest," Oliver retorted, the corner of his mouth curling into a derisive smile.

"Or perhaps you’re just too blinded by your own arrogance to see the inevitable consequences!" Zava shot back, his eyes narrowing in anger.

I glanced around the room as soldiers on both sides held their weapons at the ready. As the atmosphere thickened with anticipation, I wondered how far this would go?

"I'll go," said the daughter of the corrupted saint, but she was immediately stopped by the clergymen.

"No, you don't."

"You're an existence that isn't allowed to leave! You're going to tarnish the holy blood of the goddess like the corrupted saint!"

The clergymen attempted to stop her.

But...

"Fire," uttered Lord Oliver. Then immediately, gunfire resounded at an uninterrupted rate, like buzzing bees. Fire burst from their portable guns, churning an uncountable amount of bullets at the shields of Marjorie, making the clergymen fall to their knees as the daughter of the corrupted saint began to walk when the gunfire ceased at Lord Oliver's signal. Then she appeared on our side, like...

"This is teleportation?" Lord Oliver parroted my thoughts.

"Yes, one of the blessings I have," she said, lightly placing her hand on her modest chest, barely hidden by the thin clothing she wore.

"Bean, coat," he said immediately as the hunkiest escort he had gave him his coat. It was like a jacket due to its large size, embracing the corrupted saint daughter in the giant's coat.

"We got what we wanted, let's leave," Lord Oliver said, as if nothing had happened. Marjorie and Norvoga had their patience stretched thin.

"Well, you are barking for a war, so be it," said Lord Oliver. "I hereby declare, as Sovereign Ruler of Cignus, a federation encompassing her territories and colonies, that I, Oliver Lauenberg, declare war on Norvoga, Marjorie, and Kashim due to acts of hostility against me and my country. Our invasion will begin the moment I land back in my country. However, the moment you attack me here, my military will immediately burn this city down and begin the invasion without any window period as constituted by how war works here. That's it, so enjoy your remaining time. We're coming later."

He ended the impromptu speech he had prepared.

And that's it.

That day, I witnessed the beginning of the Cignus-Antares/Kashim alliance war firsthand—the bloodiest war that would be seen in seven years since the end of the Cignus-Valur War years ago. A ripple of fear, anxiety, and looming war began that day. I couldn't help but realize how dangerous Cignus truly is.
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