Reincarnated with the Country System

Chapter 141 The Capital of Latvia: The Court of King Caspian

The grand hall of the Latvia Kingdom's capital stood as a monument to power and grandeur. Towering marble pillars etched with intricate carvings of dragons, warriors, and scenes of conquest lined the vast chamber. The ceiling soared high above, adorned with a massive chandelier that bathed the room in a golden glow. At the far end of the hall, atop a raised dais, sat King Caspian on his obsidian throne, his presence commanding the attention of all who entered.

The court buzzed with activity. Ministers, advisors, and generals stood in orderly rows, their faces a mix of reverence and apprehension. The air was thick with tension as each awaited their turn to address the king.

The first to step forward was a towering demi-human, a gorilla-like figure of immense strength and sharp intellect. His fur was a deep, matte black, and his glowing eyes radiated fierce determination. Adorned with medals that spoke of his battlefield prowess, he was the Commander of the Hunter Corps.

"Your Majesty," he began, his voice deep and resonant, "I bring news from the front lines. The Hunter Corps has successfully surrounded the capital of Jimland. We have cut off all supply routes and fortified our positions. The city is isolated, and its defenders grow desperate. It is only a matter of time before they surrender."

Caspian leaned forward, his expression inscrutable. "And the casualties?"

"Minimal, Your Majesty," the commander replied. "Our strategies have ensured few losses. The Hunter Corps has proven its worth once again."

A faint smile touched Caspian's lips. "You have done well, Marshal. Your efforts will not go unrewarded. Once Jimland falls, you shall be honoured for your service."

The marshal bowed deeply, his massive frame moving with surprising grace. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Next to approach was Field Marshal Gregor, a man whose weathered face bore the marks of decades of service. He was the oldest general in the room, his presence a stark contrast to the demi-human marshal.

Caspian's eyes gleamed with interest. "Tell me more."

The inventor's mechanical hand twitched as he spoke. "The machine is powered by a combination of alchemical energy and ancient runes. It is impervious to conventional weapons and can unleash devastating attacks. I have no doubt it will turn the tide of war in our favour."

Caspian leaned back, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "You have outdone yourself, Ivan. This is precisely what I expected from you. Prepare the machine for deployment. I plan to attack them after I conquer Britannia. Soon, the entire continent will be mine. The world will bow to me. Do not falter, and do not fail me."

The court erupted into cheers, their voices rising in unison. "Long live King Caspian! Long live the Latvia!"

Just then, several knights rushed into the hall, their faces pale with urgency. "Your Majesty, there is grave news! The port city of Kuro has been attacked. Our navy has been defeated! The enemy has completely destroyed our naval headquarters!"

The hall fell into stunned silence. Caspian's eyes widened, and even the most seasoned courtiers exchanged uneasy glances.

"What are you saying!?" Caspian demanded, his voice sharp with disbelief.

"Are you certain the information is accurate?" one advisor interjected.

"The governor of Kuro himself delivered the news," the knight replied. "He managed to escape and confirmed the report. Our naval forces have been annihilated."

Caspian's fists clenched, his knuckles white. The room held its breath as the king processed the devastating news. The once-celebratory atmosphere had shattered, replaced by a palpable sense of dread. The Latvia Kingdom, for all its might, now faced a dire threat.