Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points! - Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Ambition And Authority
The grand halls of the imperial castle echoed with the steady click of boots as Emperor Arkanos made his way toward the carriage that awaited him in the courtyard.

His cape billowed behind him, the black fabric embroidered with the insignia of his empire. Beside him, Arvel, his trusted advisor, walked briskly, scribbling down notes on a leather-bound journal.

“Arvel,” Arkanos spoke softlw, “the funds allocated for the railway construction must be streamlined. I want detailed accounts on how much is being spent on labor and materials. Additionally, explore how magic can supplement the construction process… enchantments to reduce manual effort, protective barriers to safeguard workers, and even a way to enhance the durability of the tracks themselves.”

Arvel adjusted his monocle, the thin silver chain glinting in the sunlight filtering through the castle’s grand windows.

“Understood, Your Majesty,” he said, jotting furiously. “Shall I coordinate with the Magic Tower on their capabilities?”

“Yes,” Arkanos replied. “Summon a top mage to evaluate the practicality of such enhancements. Make it clear… we need results, not theoretical musings.”

Arvel nodded again, murmuring, “Results, not theories,” as his quill scratched against the parchment.

As they reached the main entrance, where the emperor’s carriage gleamed under the midday sun, a voice called out behind him.

“My Emperor.”

Arkanos halted, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as Sephira approached. Walking gracefully, in a black and white dress. Her long curly blond hair framed her striking face, smiling smugly as usual, and her piercing emerald eyes gleamed with a look of ambition and intent.

“Sephira,” Arkanos called softly.

She stopped a few steps from him, bowing gracefully. “Forgive my intrusion, but I couldn’t help overhearing your plans for some… railway project. May I assist in some way?”

Arkanos paused, his eyes gazing her carefully. “I believe I already have everything under control.”

“True,” Sephira replied, stepping closer. “But I wish to contribute, my Emperor. Allow me to be of service. Use me.” she said softly, playing her gloved hand over her bust.

She then leaned in, her bust pressed lightly against his arm, and a faint, sly smile curled her lips.

Arkanos inhaled sharply, his composure faltering only for a moment before he sighed deeply, placing a firm hand on her shoulder to gently push her back.

“Sephira…”

“…a little restraint would serve you well.” he said, his tone both stern and exasperated.

She straightened, the mischievous glint in her eyes remaining as she stepped back.

Arkanos adjusted his gloves and exhaled slowly, as though resigning himself to her persistence. “Fine. Speak to Arvel. He will provide you with the specifics. Decide for yourself where you can best put your… talents to use.”

Sephira bowed low, her lips curling into a pleased smile. “As you command, my Emperor. I won’t disappoint you.”

Without another word, she turned and strode toward Arvel, who stiffened visibly, his quill pausing mid-air.

Arkanos shook his head and stepped into his carriage, signaling the driver to move toward the barracks. As the wheels rolled forward, he leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Seems she wants to try proving her worth… To be of use to me. And having a fair grasp on her personality…” he muttered to himself, a faint smirk appear g on his face. “I have a feeling she will ask for a reward later.” he chuckled softly then said.

“How devious.”

…

The imperial barracks were nestled within the heart of the capital the massive compound stood behind a high, stone wall, the towering barracks were vast, with long rows of training fields, stables, and barracks stretching beyond sight.

There was a constant sound of activity, soldiers sharpening weapons, others practicing drills, the air filled with the scent of sweat and leather.

As Arkanos’ carriage came to a halt before the main gates, the imposing iron gates creaked open, allowing his entourage to pass. The coachman gave a brief nod, signaling that his service was done, and Arkanos swiftly disembarked from the carriage.

His black boots clicked sharply against the cobblestone. With a dismissive wave to the coachman, he spoke, “Carry on.”

The coachman nodded silently and cracked the reins, guiding the carriage away, its wheels turning slowly as the horses trotted off down the cobbled path.

Arkanos paused for a moment, his eyes sweeping over the expanse of the barracks. The warm light of the afternoon sun bathed the courtyard in golden hues, casting long shadows from the tall buildings.

He then strode inward confidently, ready to meat up with the knights so they could begin the day’s training.

…

The sound of steel clashing and orders being yelled could be heard as Emperor Arkanos approached the training grounds.

The expansive field, bordered by high stone walls, buzzing with activity. Soldiers practiced drills with wooden weapons, while others sparred with their comrades under the watchful eyes of their instructors.

The ground was scarred with the marks of countless training sessions, a proof of the intense preparation that defined the empire’s knights.

As Arkanos stepped into the grounds, the commotion began to die down. His presence drew their attention, and all activity ceased as the soldiers turned toward him.

Standing at the center of the assembly was Seraphine, Knight captain and the commander of the imperial knights.

Her white and gold armor gleamed under the sun, and her long blond hair was tied back neatly. She stepped forward and saluted, a hand to her chest as she bowed slightly.

“Your Majesty,” she greeted, her voice firm and respectful. “The troops are assembled and ready for your orders.”

Arkanos gave her a brief nod, acknowledging her diligence, before stepping onto the elevated platform at the edge of the field.

From his belt, he retrieved the magic crystal he had used in the past, a device imbued with enchantments to amplify his voice.

Holding the crystal in his grasp, Arkanos spoke, his voice filling the space and captivating the soldiers.

“I trust you are all well-rested.”

“Once more, it is time for the day’s training. But today…” He paused, letting his words sink in.

“…we step beyond the walls of the capital.”