The American In Another World
Chapter 73: Esperanto (2)

The Southern District of the Kingdom of Esperanto

King Esperanto's head spun off the rollercoaster of emotions he experienced in just a few hours. Earlier in the morning, he was informed of the rising enemy forces outside the Kenshiva Valley, which put the nearby Kals district in grave danger. Then, he received news of a group of unknown humans and one elf wandering in the wilderness outside the civilization — unheard of since the founding of the kingdom itself. Moreover, they claimed to be from Topa and even offered help to fend off the horde of monsters that were eyeing Kals.

He now finds himself in the local guards, absorbed in a meeting with this stranger. Three men sat before him: Ambassador Meyer, Captain Baker, and an elf— knightSir Moah. Together, they represent an expedition from a country near the continent of Rodenius, which originated in the United States. Surprisingly, ancient texts never mention the vast landmass near Rodenius, convincing Esperanto that their ludicrous claims might be true.

The elf explained, “According to our ancient text, the legendary hero Kenshiva returned to Topa a few months after their initial departure. He told us about their success in defeating the Demon King, and the sacrifice of his comrades. Alliance leaders at the time asked Kenshiva what happened with his guards – Esperanto troops. He said that he ordered the army to return to Topa. That was when the Alliance began its search. Kenshiva dedicated his final months to retracing his steps in an attempt to find Esperanto's forces, but to no avail. After Kenshiva died, the alliance continued to search for years, but eventually had to stop, in order to preserve the resources to rebuild civilization.”

“It.... very interesting. We thought you had left us, or worse, perished, ” he said. Although he was interested in these newcomers, he did not allow himself to be distracted. After a brief pause to digest the new information, he put aside his unimportant questions in order to overcome the precarious situation at hand. “I do want to learn more, but there are more pressing concerns at the moment, as you have mentioned before. You expressed a desire to help our defense, huh?

“That's right,” Ambassador Meyer said. He nodded to Captain Baker, who then showed him some photos of the monster encampment. “These pictures were taken a few hours ago, and it looks like they are preparing to move in one day. With your permission, we want to eliminate this threat before continuing our initial mission to establish a relationship with you and your people.”

Esperanto looked at Mortes, who was muttering softly, “Your Majesty, we cannot be so quick to trust these people. The one we know—”

Esperanto cut him off, raised his hand. "I know I know. These people could be part of an elaborate scam masterminded by Darkshield.” He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath as he considered his options. "Hmm, if we put aside bringing them inside the wall, is it acceptable if they were transferred to the district of Kals by going along the ledges?"

Mortes maintained his concerns, but agreed to compromise with great reluctance in his eyes. “... Sounds reasonable. If they turn out to be allied with the Darkshield forces, then I would rather fight on one front than two.

"It's done, then." King Esperanto turned to face the stranger. “You have our permission to provide help. However, you cannot pass through our territory. You must remain along the outer boundary of the wall.”

Ambassador Meyer bowed, whispering to Captain Baker, "Is that possible?" He recalled that the kingdom itself was located next to mountains, a terrain that could hinder transportation.

“To be honest,” replied Baker, “I guess not, Mr. Ambassador. We can get close, but at some points the path and path will be too narrow to fit the vehicle. It takes hours to get around, even if possible.”

Meyer sighed in defeat, “What about air support? Would we be fine leaving the vehicle here if we had air support?”

"We should be. Let me check its availability, ” Baker said. He sent a radio to the USS America.

After a series of whispers and nonsense, Meyer asked, "So, what are they saying?"

Baker shook his head, “They just told me that all the units are busy cleaning the southern part of the continent. It took at least six hours before they could rearm, refuel, and arrive here.”

"That's right. We can wait six hours, right?”

"No, no," Baker's voice became slightly depressed. “They also told me that the camp started moving. We might expect an attack within five hours.”

Meyer lowered her head, revealing nothing to the king. "Damn," he mumbled slowly. "I can try to convince the king by telling him that an attack is imminent, but he has no reason to trust us."

Baker shrugged his shoulders. “We have no other choice, Mr. Ambassador. This is our best shot.”

Meyer turned to face the king, but felt a knock on his left.

"If you may, Mr. Ambassador," said Moah.

"What's that?" ask Meyer.

He held the promise in his eyes, as if a light bulb was shining above his head. "I'm sure I can make the king put his full trust in us."

"How are you going to do it?"

Moah produced several copies of the ancient text, including a photo of the old Star God Envoy.

Meyer's eyes widened in realization. He grinned, patting Moah on the back. "That's a good idea."

“Thank you,” Moah said as he stood up to hand the text over to King Esperanto. “Your Majesty, I believe there is an urgent matter regarding the origin of this American who you may want to know about. I know time is very important, but I still think that this information may prove important in the near future.”

King Esperanto was interested in what the elves said. “Alright, Mr. Moah. Hurry.”

Moah bowed a little. He drew the king's attention to a photograph depicting a high-ranking officer of the old Envoy standing beside the legendary heroes, posing for a photo together. “In this photo, there is a flag located behind the group. This flag is also on the Envoy's clothes. May I bring this closer, Your Majesty?

"Yes. Let me see it, ” Esperanto said as he spread his hands. He grabbed the picture and placed it on the table in front of him while the elf stood on it, pointing to the flag.

Esperanto looked up and checked the American uniform. Sure enough, the emblem matches the one in the photo. Realization resuscitated him as he verified Moah's claim.

Moah continued, “After a few weeks of research, we were able to prove that America and the Envoy are the same. The original envoys are a group of Americans summoned from their home world to defeat the Demon King. Now, their entire nation is called to — hypothetically — defeat the Ancient Sorcerous Kingdom when they return.”

“Ancient Sorcerous Empire...Gosh,” says Esperanto. “Then why did you come to the farthest corner of the world? Make no mistake, I am grateful that the Messenger himself has come to our aid, but surely this is not the main reason, or the original, you?

"That assumption is correct, Your Honor," Meyer announced. “Our mission on the continent of Grameus is to explore the region and find any object of interest. However, while doing a basic air survey, we found signs of civilization — your kingdom. We then make it our priority to establish contact.”

"That's it" Esperanto said. "I have to discuss this new information with my confidant knight." He turned to Mortes, who now looked less tense. “Mortes, I finally realized why this stranger seemed so familiar; there was no denying that these people were indeed messengers themselves. It would be very impolite to refuse their wishes.”

"I agree, Your Majesty." Although she still felt suspicious, most of it subsided thanks to Moah's enlightening explanation, which corroborated their own initial thoughts about the stranger. Not wanting to be the only person to oppose the legendary Envoy, he relented, “We cannot close the gate to the Envoy. We have to apologize.”

Esperanto nodded, agreeing with his knightly judgment. “Mr Ambassador, I have to apologize for not recognizing your identity. I'll open the gate soon for your people.”

Meyer smiled, hiding her inner relief. "That's great. And Your Majesty, I suggest that we hurry. Monster has started moving.”

——

Kals Subdistrict

Saffine smiled at the knight who once again stopped by his house to seduce him. He remained friendly outside, unable to find the desire to tell the man that he could not give his heart to her. He pityed her, wondering how he could pass on this information while she did not speak sweetly. In a strange turn of events, a new feeling replaced his disinterest and compassion for the knight. Bright optimism flowed in his veins out of nowhere, just as rumbling sounds emerged from the district gate.

A cloud of dust rose into the air, following behind a bunch of strange carriages without horses. Feeling that he was saved by the bell, Saffine sighed as Justide ignored his attempts to seduce him to investigate the approaching anomaly.

"Wait here," he said before proudly pacing back and forth.

Saffine watched as the metal device stopped in front of Justide and patrolled his knights.

"Stop!" Justide announced. “Your identification!”

The door of the main vehicle opens, revealing a man in a suit and the Knight Captain Mortes, who opens the back door for King Esperanto. At the sight of the king, Justide knelt down. "Sir! Your majesty!"

"Knight Justide, report!" Mortes spoke to the kneeling man.

"Master, our posts haven't reported any activity," he looked up, staring at the vehicle and the freaks. "Sir, who are these people?"

“Relief points. To be more specific, these are the children of the Envoy.”

Saffine watched the interaction from a distance, walking over as soon as he saw the king emerge from an unknown device. At first, he thought it was one of Director Sei's new creations from his Royal Office of Science. However, as Mortes revealed their true identity, he finally understood why his heart had acted erratically before. His long-awaited hero — man of his dreams — must be present in this alien convoy.

He rushed to greet the newcomers, waving as he ran. "Your majesty! Captain Mortes!” He bowed in front of them. “Welcome to Kals district!” He was beaming with joy.

King Esperanto felt a warm sensation, pleased that his people were fine. A swift throb of grief flashed within him as he thought of losing such a great citizen to a monster, but the feeling subsided as quickly as it arrived. “What's your name, young lady?”

“My name is Saffine Eliezer, from House Balthus. What brings His Majesty to the end of the kingdom?”

The name evokes his memory, “Ah, daughter of the esteemed Doctor Balthus. We have brought the Star God Envoy here to help us fight against the demon horde. Where's your dad?”

Saffine replied, “Dad is in a meeting with the city council. He said he was there to talk about his findings before presenting them to the Royal Office of Science.

"Do you know what the findings are about?" ask Esperanto.

"Umm, it has something to do with the body of the orc," he replied.

Esperanto turned to Mortes and the strangely dressed men. “Mr Ambassador,” he called the man in suit and burly, “We have to go to Kals City Hall to inform the local leadership about our plans,” he said, hope the locals can help with logistics and pave the way for large vehicles. “Topic of their talks may also be useful for your army,” he added.

Meyer looked at Baker, who shrugged and said, "We have time."

Meyer nodded, “Alright then. Let's see what they say.”