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When it came to military strength and war technology, Vanburgh was the most developed in the entire western continent. However, that was also the only area in which it truly excelled.

Audrey was attempting to leverage that advantage, alongside a shared disdain for Carson, who had openly declared in his country that the League of Assassins was a criminal organization, with every member subject to immediate arrest and execution upon discovery.

The discussion continued.

Audrey exhaled. "Your agricultural output continues to decline. Your soil is toxic, and nothing grows here, to the point where you are importing nearly half your food supply."

"Forty percent of Vanburgh’s agricultural intake comes through Gritnia’s trade routes, alongside a few neighboring states that charge you more each year because they can."

Alaric’s expression grew stern at that point in the conversation.

"And then there’s your development stagnation. Vanburgh has very weak breach zones opening here, which means minimal material yield and low-grade resource output." She tilted her head slightly.

"But like I said yesterday, I came here with a solution to your problems."

Alaric cut in. "I do not like Carson one bit, but we have always made do with what we get from Gritnia. What you are proposing, joining a war you are not even certain to win, does not benefit me."

Audrey smiled. "That is where you are wrong, Prime Minister."

She raised a finger. "Gritnia’s current structure is already cracking, and truthfully, whether you aid my cause or not, the system of power will change. The only question is whether you benefit from that change."

"And this is what I’m truly offering: access," she said simply.

"Once the transition is complete, we will establish priority trade routes, reduced tariffs, and guaranteed supply lines for agricultural imports."

She paused briefly before continuing.

"And finally, breach zone rights."

"You will be the first country to ever receive breach zone permits, just like any other guild in Gritnia. This will grant you access to high-yield zones within our borders, and you can extract and transport resources back home like any other guild."

At this point, even Prime Minister Alaric could not deny how interested he was becoming.

Audrey continued, "I only need a few of your missiles, the one aspect of your country I have direct control over. I am not asking for your entire force, so no one is bleeding for this."

Lucien finally spoke. "It is a short war, Alaric. You are not being invited into a drawn-out conflict."

The Prime Minister turned his gaze to him. "You sound very certain."

Lucian maintained his straight face. "I am."

Then the Prime Minister looked back at Audrey. "And if we refuse?"

Audrey smiled. "When the transition is complete, I will be holding renegotiations with the states Gritnia does business with. And of course, I do not forget favors, nor those who turn their backs on me."

Her eyes held his steady. "I only hope that whatever you gain from Gritnia will not be redirected or prioritized to someone else."

The room went quiet as Alaric leaned back slightly, staring at her in stern contemplation, weighing every word she had said.

After a long moment, he exhaled. "I am not keen on declaring my country as an enemy in this war. In fact, our missiles launching from here into Gritnia would immediately mark us as a direct perpetrator."

"Oh, you need not worry," she said with a smile. "That is where a bit of magic comes in."

She then went on to explain how it would work, outlining how the missile’s original trajectory would be concealed, down to its appearance, ensuring it could never be traced back to Vanburgh.

The attack she was planning on Gritnia was, in fact, going to be staged to look like an act of unknown terrorists.

The Prime Minister looked almost surprised by everything he had heard, unable to stop himself from asking, "Why go so far?"

Audrey’s answer came almost immediately. "Because I do not want to simply take the throne by force. That would only trigger a revolution from other awakened individuals who may rise against it one day."

She continued. "I want legitimacy when I take power. And for that legitimacy to exist, the people must be given a reason why control is being taken."

"And what better reason," she added, eyes narrowing slightly, "than Carson’s incompetence in protecting his own people."

She smiled and sat up as though she were demonstrating a theory.

"Do you know what is happening in Gritnia right now?"

Alaric looked at her. "The sudden deaths and disappearances of some of the most powerful figures in the country?"

"Yes, exactly, Prime Minister." She pointed at him with a light, almost enthusiastic gesture before continuing.

"I know the family leaders were taken out under Carson’s approval, because he also wanted them removed. They are, in truth, some of my strongest allies."

"But in doing so, he has created an atmosphere of anger, with people demanding answers. Even his allies in the elf families will begin to wonder if they are next."

"Given a few days, it would normally blow over," she said. "But if missiles strike now, at the specific points I choose, then that anger will not stay limited to one faction. It becomes the entire country."

"And with the right whispers," she added, her voice lowering slightly, "you would hear them..." She mimicked a chanting crowd. "Tudor out. Tudor out."

"In that moment, I step forward and lead the banner of war and revolution against him."

"No one will question me, because everything will feel justified. I will become the savior of Gritnia who simply wants better."

She spread her hands slightly, as if presenting the final conclusion.

Alaric looked at the woman in clear surprise.

It seemed as though she had been planning this exact scenario all along, though that was only partially true.

She had always intended to incite the public against the king, but not through the deaths or disappearances of the family leaders.

However, their removal had only made the process significantly easier. It was fair to say that nothing could have played more perfectly into her hands.

The Prime Minister exhaled. "Very well, Lady Audrey. Vanburgh will aid your cause."

"Beautiful," she replied with a smile.

"One more thing, Lady Audrey," Alaric added.

"I am listening, Prime Minister."

"I have heard a great deal about Stark Industries, and I want involvement in it. I am open to discussing how that would work."

"Oh?" Audrey’s expression shifted slightly, mildly surprised.

Lucien, however, looked unsettled. "Alaric, the owner of that company owes me his life. I will not have that taken from me."

Alaric turned to him calmly. "It is a large company, and I do not believe it would cease operations simply because its owner dies." He then looked back at Audrey. "Or am I wrong?"

Audrey smiled faintly. "You are most certainly not, and I understand exactly where you are going with this."

A brief pause followed before she added, "Stark Industries will continue serving Gritnia, whether or not its CEO is alive."

Then she turned her gaze to Lucien. "And that will not change."

She looked back to Alaric. "So perhaps, after the transition, we can discuss your involvement. Maybe through shares, or even establishing one of its branch structures here in Vanburgh."

She extended her hand.

Alaric smiled and shook it.

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