17th October, Space Era Year 101.
After the grand welcoming ceremony had concluded,Lady Aelyzabeth Thors escorted Aerys Vilozyver back to the ancestral Thors Estate in the imperial capital, Berlyn—a place he had not set foot in for six long years.
The white marble staircase extended toward the great hall, where a gilded statue of the Goddess of Justice stood solemnly at its center. Civil officials and servants alike bowed deeply the instant the young heir stepped out of the vehicle.
Aerys said nothing.He simply passed through the towering doors into the reception hall.There—standing beneath the pale glow of the chandeliers—was a little girl dressed in a cream-colored gown, her eyes silver like their mother's.
"Hallo Brother Aerys…" she spoke softly, "my name is Neimerya von Thors, four months old."
She curtsied with delicate grace.
Aerys paused, observing her for a brief moment before giving a faint nod.He wished to smile, yet his fingers trembled ever so slightly—a flicker of memory rushing through him.He feared losing control again, just as his mother once feared.
"Hallo,"he murmured, and walked past her in silence.
Aelyzabeth's gaze lingered upon her two children, her eyes heavy with sorrow.She knew—this distance between them was not born of coldness,but of restraint.A wall to keep tragedy at bay.
An hour later, the official convoy arrived at the Zerwiscz Berlyn Schutz,the seat of the Central Government of Centaury. An emergency council awaited.
The conference chamber was adorned with national flags and the emblem of the Iron Eagle.The echo of steel boots upon marble filled the air.At once, every high-ranking officer rose to salute as Aelyzabeth and Aerys entered.
Aelyzabeth Thors:
"The Earthly capitalists… detestable creatures, every last one of them."Her tone was sharp, cutting through the room."No matter the age, they are ever the same—self-serving and vile."
The monitors flickered to life, displaying intelligence reports on Earth-based conglomerates funding the Mossad Network—a movement intended to stir communist ideology within the Centory Kingdom Reich.
Walter von Yigzorch (Director of the Office of Propaganda):
"My Lord, these financiers have controlled Earth's banking systems since the Second World War. How are we to stand against such a power?"
Lea von Yigzorch (Secretary to the Lord / Commander of SSA):
"We must invoke the spirit of Patriotism—the defense of Centorian ideals.Let us awaken loyalty within the populace, that they may see resistance to the capitalists as an act of national honor."
Aelyzabeth inclined her head slowly.
"Well spoken, Lea… and Walter, I entrust this mission to you.I have faith in your capability."
Walter rose with solemn pride.
"Heil Aelyzabeth Thors! "He performed the Thorsian Salute."I accept the command with utmost devotion, my Lord!"
Aelyzabeth gave a slight nod, though her eyes burned with both expectation—and a quiet, simmering rage.
Aerys, throughout the meeting, remained silent.His gaze drifted over the screens before him—names of Earth's megacorporations, media empires, and global financial institutions.He remembered what his mother once told him:
"Never trust the Earthly capitalists.They love no nation, no flag—only their gold."
When the meeting adjourned,Aelyzabeth turned toward her son, her voice softening.
"Do you see now, Aerys? The world beyond us is far fouler than you imagined."
Aerys met her eyes, calm and resolute.
"I understand now, Mother. I will not forget what I've seen today."
The faint strains of the Centory Anthem began to echo from the grand hall's speakers.Mother and son raised their arms in unison, performing the Thorsian Salute.
In that solemn shadow—both knew with perfect clarity—the coming war would not be waged with armies,but in the depths of capital, ideology, and the blood of empire.
Thus ends Chapter A-X.