The majestic cock
Chapter 25: The many goodbyes and hellos (end)
“You sure you don’t want to take that job?” retired-General Mung asked retired-Major Ekim as the two strolled on one of the numerous streets of Ekabery.
The end of the war had the put the civilian government of the Union in a rather awkward position. On the one hand, the military had literally waged an unauthorized offensive war of conquest and saddled them with not one but two protectorates (the Principality of Carpor and the reorganized rump Republic of Setwood, formally known as the Kingdom of the Lion). On the other hand they were absolutely heroes who finally slayed the beast in its layer, especially as tabloids such as the Luna Times lionized their exploits and downplayed, if not ignored, their atrocities.
In the end, it was decided that many of the higher ranking officers would ‘volunteer’ to retire from the force, with no charges to be filed against anyone as far as conspiracy against the state was concerned (atrocities on the other hand was another matter entirely, though most of those charges were also quietly dropped due to lack of existing laws of war and more importantly lack of popular support). It’s not too bad for most of them, especially since military job opportunities were a plenty, especially in the protectorates.
“No, I had quite enough of soldiering for a lifetime.” Ekim replied, “Besides, I don’t think my wife would approve of moving to a less developed and more dangerous place.”
“Shame, you’re a rather dependable officer.”
“Can’t be having all the fun building up a military can’t I now?” He joked. Mung quickly managed to land a job as a consultant to the yet to be formed Setwood militia, as did many of the staff officers. Other jumped at the chance to build up the elven military. A few even went and formed their own mercenary bands, in anticipation of the colonization and development of the new vassal states.
This war might be over, but that does not mean the world is safe enough that people with lots of firearms aren’t needed anymore.
“Not that I doubt your economic prowess, but why go to the wood hippy land?” Charlie asked. “They don’t even have a rudimentary infrastructure unlike the protectorates.”
“They’re also on the cusp on an era of massive growth, the lands are fertile, the climate tropical but without all the pesky diseases, and the elves themselves are long lived so there’s got to be a few who still have some institutional knowledge of the ancient days.” Kay smiled. The two of them were relaxing at the layer of the lich, otherwise known as Charlie’s house. It was a joyous occasion for the too to have found each other in one piece, despite all their adventures in the recent past. A rather large number of packed bags surrounds the two of them. “There is going to be such a boon in cash crops like sugarcane, coffee, tropical fruits, and all sorts of goodies as now there’s actually great lands to grow them in without greenhouses. This is literally the next big thing!”
The story of the liberation of the city of Carpor was certainly an utter mess, the gist of which was that the merchant class, long suffering from the aristocracy, decided it was the time to revolt, and like many revolutions started by those with means and some help from outside sources in the form of rather well armed soldiers, they succeed, and left Kay and the Revanchist regiment holding the bag.
Needless to say, the news was not taken well by the Union civilian government, which through their pressure had her throw out of the military and the entire regiment dissolved, the latter of which merely led the men and women of the regiment to simply reform as the 1st regiment of the Carpor militia. The entirety of their weapons being missing from Union armories was simply an unfortunate coincidence.
As for Kay herself, her firing was very much a blessing in disguise as for the first time since ending up in this world, she was freed from any obligations to fight, whether for the humans or the orcs. She could now devote herself to the other thing she knows and loves: economic development and making money, this time in real life instead some 4X game.
“Are you sure you’re not going there because of all the beautiful and scantily clad females who also happened to have centuries of experience and maturity to match. In other words, the perfect waifu material?” Charlie teased. As one of the few Lost humans who supported the invasion, the success of which puts her at a rather interesting position vis a vis both the Lost human community and the general population, neither of which she sees often. Despite, or even because of those thing, she felt it was a good time as any to begin to hang around somewhere else. Setwood certainly need more beucracts, and investment, and basically everything else, and the potentials are there…
“Out of all people, I would expect you to use less offensive language!” Kay said, half mock-horror. She had a point though, the full extent of the horrors of the recently ceased waifu trade had only just filtered into the public conscious, but even the tibits previously revealed were disturbing to the extreme.
“I’m not exactly getting any younger these days am I?” She retorted, and both of them fell silent for a moment, reminiscing over all the events that transpired since that fateful night when they drunkenly decided to open a gateway to another world… the joys, the sufferings, the horrors and the triumphs.
“How ironic,” Charlie resumed the conversation, “that once again we’ll end up apart. This time by free will rather than accidents of fate.”
“Oh cheer up. We’re gonna be rich and then…”
“Then we build a dynasty!” The passion was back in her eyes, or at least in the one eye that wasn’t covered by her hair.
Neither of them knew it, but it was the seeds from which a massive multi-industry conglomerate would sprung from, but that was still decades down the line…
“Make sure to write letters frequently!” Charlie reminded her.
“You better do the same, not that it’s hard for you given the amount of trashy novels you seem to write these days!”
“I’m surprised, out of all people, why me?” Fenrir asked Denhardt.
“After all we been through together? You seems to be very a dependable person.” Denhardt said, as smooth as always.
“But as a merchant?” Fenrir wondered what the heck was Denhardt smoking.
“That makes for two of us.” Despite the lack of knowledge for both of them, he seems rather unconcerned. “All the more reasons to get into it right now, because all the experts aren’t around yet. Think about all the happiness and wonderment when we bring the wonders of luxuries to even the most remote of lands!”
“Okay, I’m certain of it now. You’re not actually fired from the service are you?”
“How perceptive of you. You certainly have the skills to become a successful traveling merchant.”
“And I guess that I actually do not really have a choice in the matter?”
“There’s always a choice, some just involve more suffering and pain.”
Screw it, I’m in.”
“That is wonderful to hear.”
“Keep your buttering up to yourself, you snake tongue spook.”
“I see that we are going to have a wonderful working relationship together.”
“Well, I guess this is the end of the road here.” Klunk quipped,
“Think of it more as a fork in the path, and each of us has decided to go separate ways.” Archon said.
With the end of the war and the expansion of the Union’s sphere of influence, including areas which might contain more Lost humans. Meanwhile the Bureau of Exoitc Affairs itself did not escape the wrath of the civilian government, and that meant official budget cuts.
The two seemly unrelated events meant that there were a lot of career opportunities to be had, many of them with perks far better than what the Bureau could have possibly compete with. It was not a surprise then that Klunk would jump at the chance for self betterment.
“I promise I’ll keep in touch.”
“Of course, same here. It’s gonna be lonely being the only one still around.”
“There’s still Francis Kevin.” Klunk gently reminded him, the once little piglet has long since grown into a massive hog, who now dominates the backyard of the Bureau building.
“Oh crap,” Archon just realized the sheer amount of work of all kinds waiting for him. “The bureaucracy waits for no one.” he muttered as he shuffles to his work desk.
In a deep, but surprisingly well lit room, a mass of tentacles and eyeballs was reading through numerous tomes, making complex calculations, and juggling way too many mugs full of alcohol into his maw. Suddenly he stopped all of it, as if finding a disturbance in the natural order of the universe.
“By the gods,” Sage Polypo said to himself, “The cords between the universe doesn’t run on standard time.”