The American In Another World
Chapter 65: The Resurrection

February 16, 1640 Magicaregia, Headquarters of the Resurrection Management Agency

Annonrial Kingdom

"Suckers! Damn everything!” A light-winged man slammed the table lamp against the wall, sending pieces scattered all over the floor and creating unsightly wounds along the wall itself. His wings flowed with radiant energy, shining brighter. He smashed the table beside him with his fists, a short gleam radiating from his wings as he channeled magical energy to increase his strength. "How's it?!" He shouted, looking around the room with red eyes.

Frightened employees do not dare to answer, for fear of causing unwanted reactions from their superiors.

The air around the man grew darker - literally - as ominous shadows shrouded the edges of his frame. This crazy aura was in stark contrast to his white robe, accentuating his anger. His crazy eyes finally locked onto a single individual. He walked towards the unlucky soul, which already looked trembling. "You!" He pointed at the winged man wearing a brown robe.

"Y-yes, Director Zamuras?" The poor man stood up, trembling in his boots.

Zamuras clenched the cup, smashing it with his grip as he spoke. “News to Inferior Affairs and AIA. Tell them that Director Zamuras asked their best intelligence team.”

"I'll do that soon, sir!" The man bowed before quickly exiting the room, his heart pounding.

Zamuras suddenly spun around, pointing to another employee, "And you!"

The frightened woman, wearing a beige robe, jumped in shock. "Sir?" He managed to say.

"You're in charge." He then pointed to the rubble strewn across the floor and the broken table of employees at random. He lowered his voice, calmed down. “Clean this mess and prepare our budget documents and leave them in my office. Oh, and get my chopper ready! I will review those documents when I return from Oranatha Castle.”

The woman nodded, internally heaving a sigh of relief before she returned to work. "Yes sir. All right, you heard—”

Zamuras left the room, headed straight for the elevator. He telekinetically pressed the elevator button as he walked. The sound of bells rang out as he arrived at the door, which immediately opened. He entered, pressing the button corresponding to the highest floor. While waiting, soothing music written by Ravernal musicians thousands of years ago was played. The magical cut had a calming effect on his mind, allowing him to disperse the anger stored within him. Another bell rang out, followed by an open door.

Outside, a helicopter turned its propeller, ready for takeoff. He approached the vehicle, a waiter opened the door for him. As he stepped in, he picked up the manacomm headset and gave the pilot an order. "Oranatha Castle," he cried amid the sound of the engine and the hum of the blades outside.

——

Oranatha Castle

Zamuras walked down the large hallway, his footsteps echoing from the wall. At the end of the hall stood a set of towering golden doors, guarded by a dozen Palace Guards wielding rifles and a light-winged mage wielding a mysterious spear. As Zamuras approached them, all he could think about was seeing the glory of his homeland firsthand. Now, that dream is in danger.

"Director Zamuras," the witch stepped forward, "What brought you here?"

Zamuras maintains its frown. “Captain Latharos, I bring bad news from abroad. I must immediately inform His Majesty Emperor Zaratosthra.”

The witch looked back, nodding at her men. Two guards put their hands on circular carvings on each door, channeling energy into it. The engraving recognizes their magical markings, opens and opens on its own. Latharos and his men then stepped aside. "After you," he said, stretching his hand toward the room.

Zamuras took a breath before entering, feeling a hint of guilt. Although his department logically could not predict the capture of Calamique Beacon, he still harbored fears of blame. Against this dark thought, he stepped in, followed by Latharos and some of his men.

The throne room itself was semicircular, with a straight wall behind the emperor. His height was slightly higher, with a bright light coming from behind him, covering his face. Zamuras bowed, unable to see the bright figure of the emperor.

"What do you bring for me, Director?" Zaratosthra's voice boomed, seemingly coming from all directions at once.

Zamuras locked his gaze onto the floor of the oricalchum. "Your Majesty, we lost track of the flares on the Closed Island."

A few seconds of silence passed, adding to Zamuras' anxiety. Suddenly, he heard footsteps, followed by heavy door closures. He looked up from the ground and turned around, discovering that Latharos and his men had left.

"Continue," said Zaratosthra, causing Zamura to flinch upwards.

“Your Highness, the beacon disappeared from our Philadean sensor array. Before leaving our sensor range, we saw it heading south towards the Closed Island — towards the United States.

“Hmph, I hear that name more and more.”.

“What an interesting turn of events,” says Zaratosthra. “I never thought there was a society that was advanced enough to even detect the ancestral signal, let alone find and capture the flare,” lamented. “It's a coincidence that this happened just a few weeks after the Mirishial family visit. Looks like we have to increase the urgency of your agency's task, huh?”

Zamuras smiled as he lowered his head. “Ya, yes of course, Your Highness.”

Zaratosthra scoffed while talking about this unexpected failure. “Americans are lucky enough to steal flares. They take advantage of our arrogance and ignorance about the world. This will not happen again, ”he said, slightly raising his voice. "Director Zamuras, I hope you'll perform amazingly in terms of taking this flare?"

“Of course, Your Majesty! I will never let you down!”

“That's what the director said earlier,” murmured Zaratosthra, his tone becoming cynical. “Thank God, now I have pure blood as Director.”

“And I am very grateful for this opportunity, Your Majesty!”

Zaratosthra, becoming annoyed with Zamura's endless prostration, decides to give him orders. “I'll double your current agency budget. This should be more than enough to ensure the success of the Esperanto mission, as well as three new goals: the last Vestal flare, the Quila flare, and the Gahara flare. The Mirishials know our origins, so you must prioritize secrecy to prevent them from realizing our true goals and launch a preemptive attack. Today, the return of our ancestors is estimated to be fifteen years from now. Should we take the flare, we can accelerate this to just ten years. There will be no reason to fail.”

“I understand, Your Grace. Right of choice I will reach these goals.” Zamuras stopped, feeling nervous to ask a question. Hoping to prevent the emperor from blaming him for something he could not control, he gained the courage to continue, “Your Majesty, I have a question. What if the Americans beat us to the beacon?”

A brief silence swept through the room before Emperor Zaratosthra replied, “If the flare disappears when you arrive, then there is nothing we can do. However, if the beacon is still on the island when you arrive, then there will be no reason.”

"I understand. I won't let you down.”

"good. Now go, and get me Director Bachus. I have to reset our policy against lower outsiders.”

Zamuras stood up and bowed once more towards the shining light before leaving.

——

Latan Bushpaka

In mediocre stone buildings reminiscent of the classical era, advanced technology stands out from its surroundings. The only thing that separates this building from the others like in the 'uncivilized country' is the existence of the sophisticated manacomm tower, the, the one expertly disguised as a tree and could be hidden further through illusion magic. The tower allows Bushpaka Latan to receive communications from the mainland and even broadcast messages to relay stations scattered throughout Elysia.

Despite this ability, the facility was rarely used due to the Annonrial Kingdom's disinterest in outsider affairs. It has only recently received an increase in traffic, thanks to the activities of the Awakening Management Agency and the Inferior Anonrial Affairs Department. The recent visit of the Holy Mirishial Empire, as well as the attack from the Valkan Gra fleet, sparked much discussion to bring the empire out of isolation. Eventually, Emperor Zaratosthra himself announced the rise of his sleeping kingdom, bringing the factories to full wartime capacity in preparation for war. With the return of the ancestors approaching, the emperor placed all hands on the deck to hasten their arrival.

Karl Krunch represents one such hand. After receiving further news from the Americans about their diplomatic visit, Ambassador Krunch was assigned to lead the investigation in their country. Due to their extreme isolationism, the Annonrial only knew what they could gather from the poor barbarian traders who went out of their way to visit Bushpaka Latan. So far, all they had heard were rumors of light arrows, the fall of the two superpowers at the hands of the summoned nations, and the growing influence that these nations wielded.

Krunch stood on top of Manacomm while continuing to listen to the new orders from Director Bachus, writing on the notepad while nodding.

“... direct orders from His Majesty, Emperor Zaratosthra, himself. We were also told that the Gra Valka Empire has the potential to fight against the Holy Mirishial Empire and Mu, ”a muddled voice spoke.

Krunch furrowed his brows in confusion, preparing his pen. "Sorry sir. This... Gra Valka Kingdom, who are they again?”

“They are a nation to the west of the Second Civilization Region. Apparently, they brought down Leifor easily and had already staked a claim across the continent. Stories from traders confirm this, as does the chatter of manacomm from the Central continent. We also know that the Valkan Gra is expansionist, and analysis of the ruins of their reconnaissance fleet shows that they are quite advanced. I dare say their shipbuilding could challenge us. Therefore, it is very important for us to stay away from any conflict. Ideally, the Gra Valkans war with the Muans and Mirishials. Then, we attack when all sides are weak. Think about these considerations when you talk to Americans.”

"Sir, how should I act against Americans?"

“These Americans are the most mysterious group. Pointing light arrows and airplanes that move faster than sound. Your main goal is to find out if these rumors are helpful or not. If yes, determine how far. It was possible that they had found ruins that we could not gather, so their weapons could pose a threat to our regular troops. Once you have completed this goal, try to secure entry to their mainland. I, together with AIA, have prepared a delegation of spies to unravel their mysteries.”

“Master, your intelligence and cunning never cease to amaze me. Should I do something with sea monsters?

The other channel fell silent for a while, leaving Krunch wondering if Director Bachus had stopped communication. After a while, Manacomm came back to life. “Hm. Send some kraken after their ship. And send leviathan too; I want to see how they fight. We experienced an unfortunate circumstance of forgetting the camera when the Valkan Gra fleet fought against our monsters. Make sure that we do not miss this fight.”

"Suppose it's a guarantee, sir."