The decisions made by those of the upper brass in the Slane Theocracy, had more than just the severe losses at the hands of a Demon God they did manage a victory over, one of those other major consequences was the issue regarding the Abelion region of the continent.
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"WHAT!" A man shouted with a terrible fury, throwing the scroll across the room. "The Slane Theocracy has abandoned us! They've left us to die…"
The room grew cold with a sudden unanimous understanding. Though someone else shot to a stand, pounding on the table. "No! They didn't leave us to die. They've walked us up to the slaughter themselves! This is unforgivable!"
"The only reason we've managed to survive for so long is because of our naval forces in the bay."
"Agreed, without those powerful ships Tus Nadair helped us construct, we'd already be dead by now."
Another person formed two fists and slammed the table, the unimaginable suffering he felt… He was one of the two local lords with no more people left in their domains. All of them were dead, including their families. "Damn it! I should have brought them with me. Forgive me, this foolish man…" He slammed his head on the table, his spirit had been completely broken after losing everything.
For everyone else, this would usually be the type of behavior that'd warrant severe reprimand. However, in this case, no one dared to do so. It was a tacit, unspoken agreement from everyone that what they witnessed now, would be everyone here if some drastic matters weren't taken.
"These creatures, they'd given our region trouble ever since we started growing larger. That's no doubt, but now that this damned Demon God has shown up, they're more ruthless, and far stronger than before. I suggest we hold a few quick votes: First, Slane Theocracy has abandoned, and led us to the slaughter, all in agreement say; Aye."
""Aye!"" All but one sounded resolute in their vote. Then the final vote of "AYE!!!" Came from behind a multitude of suffering, and sorrow.
"Next: We will now be an independent nation on the world stage, and condemn the decision of the Slane Theocracy. All in favor say; Aye."
""AYE!"" There was no question about the matter.
"Third: We will retain all the same titles and structures for the time being, and operate as a head with their aids. All in favor say; Aye."
There was a slight pause, but then the votes came in. ""Aye!""
"Then as the head of the Bessarez family, the highest title in this region, shall govern as the new nation's leader." The noble man grimaced with the responsibility. "Now, bring me the message scroll, I intend on seeking Tus Nadarian Aid."
It wasn't long before a scroll appeared. And along with the man that had brought the scroll, another person appeared, bearing a scouting report.
"Sir, I bear an urgent report on the results of the Slane Theocracy's battle against one of the Demon Gods."
"Report!"
The nobles in the room dropped their heads, especially the ones who were about to protest aid from Tus Nadair.
"This news… Only Tus Nadair has the forces required to deal with something like this. This isn't a war for us, it's a meat factory. But for them… Tus Nadair, they can pull it off." He held the scroll in his hands. "We need an official name if we desire support. How about, Robel Holy Kingdom? Aye, Nay?"
""AYE!""
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"Hello, this is Issanth of Tus Nadair, state your affiliation, and the request." Issanth had moved to the operations chamber to help support the overly expansive war effort. This is a really huge mess. Father really did it this time. He just had to ruin my child bonding time with this hellish nonsense… My wife, Sil, beat that idiot father of mine senseless.
"This is Duke Bessarez of the Abelion region. We've been completely abandoned by the Slane Theocracy, and recently held a vote to establish independence, we are now the Robel Holy Kingdom. We are currently dealing with a Demon God, and request reinforcements that can help us end this hell."
"Oh my, my wife was right. The Slane Theocracy really are heartless bastards in the end…" "Hey, who else is available for combat right now?"
"That would be Niota, Mother Issanth. We've been keeping him back just in case an unforeseen variable comes up. He is one of our strongest brothers after all."
"Good, tell him to deploy with his forces to the Abelion region, and lend aid to the newly established Robel Holy Kingdom."
"Wow, the Slane Theocracy really are heartless idiots. Aren't they? Verywell, I'll send him there. His force also has a handful of level 80 members as well. So they'll be able to handle the demon God even if there happens to be two of them."
"Good. I'll inform them." "Rejoice, forces are on their way. My son, Niota, is on his way with a powerful force of arms, and emergency supplies. Hold out as long as you can with those ships of yours. Soon you'll be able to rest easy."
"THANK YOU! We won't ever forget this." Bessarez's message line ended, and he breathed a sigh of relief. There's light at the end of this tunnel. And with a firm conviction, and do or die attitude… "Prepare all our current counter measures. Deputize all of our healthy and fit citizens. Organize the safe evacuation of all our people to the eastern parts of our lands. Use all the ships and fire barrages of cannon fire against the land where the enemy currently resides, harass, and keep them busy, delay for as long as we can. The strongest of all Goddess Night Silver's children, Innocence Dragon Lord Niota, will arrive with his forces to aid us." His conviction caused both his, and the other's fear to wash away, being replaced with purpose, and courage, as if his words carried a noble power. "We will save as many of our people's lives as possible! And once this war is all over, we will adopt the Nadairian training method. No soul in our nation will not have military training."
""To protect themselves, and their neighbors! For Kin and Country!!""
The Robel Holy Kingdom was born.