The American In Another World
Chapter 40: Admission

Esthirant, Parpaldian Empire

Remille awoke from hyperventilation and bright sunlight shone through the window, her sheets wet with cold sweat from nightmares. The shadow of the destruction that had befallen Esthirant by the American plane remained lingering in his mind, burning and trapped in his fear. Feeling uncomfortable and claustrophobic inside her tight blanket, she immediately threw it away, her body enjoying the fresh air. Brought to a momentary vigilance, Remille stood up and tried to calm her breath.

"It's just a dream" he whispered to himself, a worried expression subsiding from his face. He sat back on his bed, closed his eyes and allowed his brain to adjust to reality. Then, a sudden knock on his bedroom door made his eyes open faster than lightning. His heart started pounding and he became annoyed at the disturbance that had ruined his silence. "What?" He asked in a groggy voice, mixed with poison.

“Mrs Remille,” a feminine voice sounded from the door, “Alarm has sounded! We have to evacuate you away from the city!”

Remille's eyes widened in shock. His aides talked about the early warning system developed by Matal. A civilian ship must have seen the movement of the American fleet, which meant an attack was imminent. "Suck!" He cursed, rushing to pick up a decent set of clothes before their departure. His worst fear - his real nightmare - came true. Wishing this was a continuation of his dream, he analyzed his surroundings, desperately trying to find anything that might seem strange.

"Mrs Remille, please hurry!"

He realized that this was definitely not a dream, and that Americans were indeed attacking. "I'll be there in a few seconds!" He said, his voice now in panic.

With the speed and precision found within the Royal Guards themselves, Remille wore the clothes she randomly selected from her wardrobe. As he put on his boots, he opened the door, surprising the waiter on the other side.

"Mrs Remille, this way," she stretched out her hand, guiding Remille towards her carriage as they descended the large spiral staircase.

“Have the waiters secured my valuables?” ask Remill.

The maid replied, “Ya, Madam. They're loading the carriage as we speak.”

Remille breathed a sigh of relief. In a messy world, it's nice to know that at least one thing goes as expected. As they got closer to the front door, the sound of the horn grew louder. The volume peaked as they opened the door, blaring from the defense unit that rushed to their post.

Covering his ears, Remille entered his carriage with his maid and a small retinue of guards. With orders from the coachman, the horses moved, quickly passing through the army regiment as they headed for the bunker near the Imperial Palace. Along the way, the sight of the sound of screaming soldiers and roaring horns became drowned out by the constant rumbling.

Intrigued by the noise, Remille ordered the driver to stop in the middle of an open road.

“But, Mrs Remille, we must arrive at our destination post soon! We are not safe here!”

“See around; no military targets here. Stop carriage. I need to see!” The thrill of defeating him - the desire to know the outcome of this battle. Will the scenes from his nightmare bear fruit, or can their wyvern masters and masters repel the invaders?

The large objects in the sky gave him a thoughtful answer as they ignored the city, continuing past the Imperial Palace as they directed their gaze towards the base in the north. Recalling reports of the American-Lourian conflict, Remille makes a sudden connection between the flying giants and the bombing campaign that destroyed the Lourian Eastern Subjugation Army. “No...” murmured in disbelief, his eyes wide and glued to planes as they approached the outskirts of Esthirant.

A glimmer of hope remained: the wyvern master who was waiting to pounce on the unsuspecting plane. Remille caught them rising from the corner of his eye, moving quickly to intercept the bombers. However, the bombers had already prepared for this and climbed higher at a speed unmatched by the wyvern ruler. The large machines got smaller as they retreated into the skies above, far beyond the range of the Parpaldian battle.

Gasps emerged from the stunned Parpaldians, quickly turning into silent jaws and falling as a beam of light shot from the bodyguards of the bombers towards the wyvern ruler below. Barely bothered to change course, the silvery bodyguards maintained their position near the bombers while the famous light arrows spun downward, tracking their targets. Remille and his colleagues wanted to wish them all the best, but were aware of what they were up against. The light arrow had never failed so far, from Louria to the Altaras. On the contrary, mister wyvern had not been tested in a true fight until now.

Several civilian spectators cheered as they looked at the majestic reptile, its wings spread out and its body tilted upward. Their cheers were muted by the deafening explosion that struck the wyvern ruler who was moving erratically. Some tried to drive sideways, only to be chased by an unrelenting speed demon whose speed dwarfed the struggling bioweapon. Others try to slow down to perform rapid evasive maneuvers, but physics is cruel to them. Unaccustomed to the wyvern lord's dexterity and reacting too slowly, the honorable knights were unable to channel their imaginary actions onto their mounts. Mr. wyvern just moved too fast to slow down in such a short amount of time. They were also caught in an explosion that destroyed their comrades.

From the grand flight of the 24 wyvern rulers, no one survived. Not given the chance to fight back, it was sad to see that the best Parpaldian weapons could not be better than the primitive barbarians in Louria. Fading expectations and diminished pride are soon followed by horror and acceptance. All that remained of the wyverns that had been alive and intimidating included clouds of smoke and red mist left in the air.

Surprise ensued as the Parpaldians on the ground stood motionless, their sheltered eyes for the first time seeing their invulnerable army crushed. After story after story and report after report of an undeniable and overwhelming victory, it was a nightmare to see defeat with your own eyes. Worse still to see it happening above the sky of Esthirant. It is sad to know that despite their military best efforts in defense, defeat is inevitable.

The bombers, satisfied with the threat eliminated, dropped slightly as they tilted to the base below. Representing the angel of death, the fleet of planes opened its belly, releasing objects that from a distance looked like rain. It was, indeed, a bomb rain.

He boarded his carriage as more planes flew overhead - more silvery escorts he had witnessed in the previous stunt. But this time, they flew much faster and lower, sending sonic shock waves through the air as they passed by. With a deafening bang, they flew in regularly, leaving behind one precise explosion. It was clear that they were targeting other military installations simultaneously, and other bases were most likely to suffer the same fate. After the screeches left, all that was heard was the screams of the terrified Parpaldian inhabitants.

"Can I stop this?" He asked himself, trembling in front of his entourage. “Can I still stop this?

——

10 Minutes Earlier

The Imperial Capital Defense Base

Huddling with a set of manacomm devices, the base command staff grimaced as the screams of dying people echoed throughout the room. General Cius shook his head, sharing the slight shock that infected his comrades. After expecting this result, Cius was hardly surprised — was only disappointed and saddened because the Parpaldian Empire had to suffer this unlucky fate. Very different from Lieutenant General Mayga, whose wrinkled face was plastered in shock, Cius moved quickly and gave orders as soon as the wyvern lord unit was confirmed to be obliterated.

“Technician Paie,” said Cius calmly, “Give the order to evacuate. Have the remaining wyvern units move to the pre-determined headquarters.”

The young lady sitting near the device nodded solemnly. "Yes sir."

"What?! General, you may surpass me, but the command of this base is still in my hands! Technician, relay that order and have all troops prepare for battle!”

“Mayga, this is not an order from me. This is an order from the Supreme Commander of Arde himself.”

"Huh?" Mayga's expression quickly changed from defiance to confusion. Forced to make a quick decision, he decides not to question Cius and Arde's words, instead choosing to follow orders. “I'm sorry, General.”

“Technician Paie,” Cius nodded, giving permission to continue. "Quickly. We only have a few minutes to evacuate.”

Outside, the wyvern lord rushed out onto the runway, rushing off and dodging the impending doom. Meanwhile, dozens of people flocked away from the building, leaving behind materials and equipment stored inside. The carriages lined up in an open area away from the base in preparation for the evacuation, causing Mayga to wonder why she was not told.

As they approached the group of carriages, Cius stopped and turned to face Mayga. “Lieutenant General, proceed south towards the city. Your men will be given a new task once they reach the gate. I hope to coordinate this effort, but I must be in the presence of His Majesty, ” Cius said in a raised voice, shouting over the sound of the plane above. He said goodbye, saluting Mayga before turning to enter his carriage. "May the glory of the Parpalldian Empire be eternal."

Mayga repeats Cius' greeting, wondering if the order to evacuate was correct. The shadow scratched the ground at incredible speed as the monsters above blocked the sun. Holding his hand over his eyes, he analyzed the machines as they flew over the base, issuing bursts of unholy dark objects. He saw some troops left behind, running away from the base. Some wyverns are also still on the — runway last deployed.

Like many others before him, Mayga could only stand by and watch in despair and helplessness as the specter of death engulfed those under his command. The forces previously only seen in the actions of nature are reproduced artificially. The explosive force that only the volcano could rival itself destroyed the base, making those on the runway suffer a quick and instant death. Those still fleeing the base on foot were doused in hot water, with those along the radius of the outer blast suffering severe burns while those inside were grilled alive. The lucky ones were pierced by the rubble and mercifully killed.

Sensing the uncomfortable heat of the explosion and nearly deafened by the sound of hundreds of continuous explosions, Mayga waved her hand, signalling for the refugees to keep moving. With the American night now a very personal perspective, Mayga suddenly feels grateful that Commander-in-Chief Arde gave the order to evacuate. He understood the doctrine of living to fight another day, but in the face of such a great power, how could they fight back?

As he and the survivors of the base trudged back to Esthirant, they felt their spirits plummeting. The destruction behind them finally stopped, with the intoxicating smoke and the sound of the distant plane disappearing. It slowly materialized into their eardrums but was the sound of chaos from within the city. A small number of aircraft continued to terrorize the city, bombing key targets appropriately and sending civilians into a panic.

Approaching the city gate, Mayga began to laugh.

"Sir, why are you laughing?" ask Pai.

“Funny..we, the best of Esthirant, can do nothing against these enemies. Our base was annihilated in just seconds, right down to its foundation. Even the bedrock and the ground beneath it did not escape. Had it not been for the orders of General Cius and Supreme Commander Arde,” lamented, realizing the great mistake he almost made, “We would all be dead.”