Northern Utopia

Ingheviște, Sáráyis dól cal Veoannish

29th/January/2023, 1:57 A.M.

The flag of the Greater Republic of Veoannia flows against the current southwestern wind, as it flails and flies across the sky, the symbol of Monroe and his regime do battle one final time with the skies of the above, an uncaring bluish grey. And as it flies there, it begins to come down. Inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter, before being expelled in its entirety. And as it falls down one last time, the true flag of Veoannia arises once more. A simple flag, with a simple design. The Úríçhetahlich, those flags of a most personal orange, black, and white, fly once more, over the sacred halls of the Sáráyis dól cal Veoannish, the Complex of the Veoannish.

It is almost impossible to imagine just a little almost 3 years ago, this very city, whose population only numbered 200,000, would explode so rapidly, and become a little over 1.1 million. It is impossible to imagine that to even comprehend just how much has change. Not so much how much has grown, but more so, purely destroyed. It's all Pellaeon can think about. As he stands there, across the sacred roads that lead towards the sáráyis. His admiralty coat flowing over the cool spring winds of the morning, flanked by two armed guards, trying to avoid inhaling the smoke from one of his cigarettes, the same cigarette he's smoking in his mouth.

He soon raises his hand and motions them away, to which they agree, personally glad that they no longer have to not try to whiff in the stench of his cigarette. And as Pellaeon stands there, watching the flag of his new nation fly and float across the rising sun, it can only signify one thing. Progress. Eternal history marching forward, ever forward, never backward. And as he thinks of this, he looks behind him, and sees the awake city across it, its colours clashing with the monochromatic grey with the indifferent natural grey of the sky. Yes, progress. Eternal progress.

He soon resolves to head back inside. There is no major governmental or ministerial function for today. They're currently undergoing a caretaker phase. He has stopped the rebellions and the riots and crushed any attempts to destroy his fragile stability. He has already outlined and blueprinted what shall come next. And all the rest will follow suit. That is the course all of history has taken. It is progress. Eternal progress, always forward, never backward. As the saying goes. And as he walks down the halls, the grand overtures of life that has now since passed echo throughout it. It always echoes. It echoes throughout the halls of what was Veoannia proper. Before 2022. It always calls out to the living, calling beyond the grave.

And much like life, it will be reborn, into something new. Progress. Progress. Progress. That is what the eternal return truly is. Progress. Progress. One day, as he walks down the ministerial board rooms, he takes a peep at what once was, the so-called National Assembly of Veoannia. He sees the red carpeted halls and walls that taper over the dark brown floorboards and furniture. It is staged like the typical parliaments of the other democracies. And yet in that centre, the most defiant centre, is where the so-called Prime Minister would make addresses to them. And where Monroe would step in for 2 years and proclaim his declarations of hatred and populism. No matter what he was, he was a reactionary. A reactionary in both the Marxist and Anti-Marxist terminology. Something that tried to defy history, to return.

Regardless of his rejection of Palingenesis and other such ideas. He would stand there, stating that he would help to create a world of a so-called "international order of ultranationalists". Pure tribalism. His ideas of state economics were vague and plagiarized notions of the old fiefdoms and the Marxist and socialist states that so utterly has failed. From Novoroyska, to Kjanu, to Monhaine, to Ovstylap, and his most despised Astana-Anders. All of them failed. Revolutionaries and the reactionaries, born out of the excess of trying to defy progress. To defy history. To defy God almost. Even though he has been to a Catholic Church for years now, he knows that a God exists, if not literally, then something exists in its place.

If not with the powers of a God, then perhaps the idea of a God. It is all the same regardless. For him, it is the very nature of humanity and history. Not so much the concepts, but itself, its nature. And as he thinks, he continues to walk past these halls. he plans on when he finally may transition into civilian rule, that he may rebuild it. He sort of has to do that anyway, just with how much this place has taken a beating during 2023. He is still surprised that the thing has burned down yet with just how many attempted coups last year. Either way, soon enough, he will finally get a separate office from that of the legislature. And with that, he shall take his residence at the former headquarters of the old one-party, the "Party of Greater Veoannia" ... that name alone is cringe enough.

He has already seen it enough. Once he reverts its historically protected status, he will occupy its contents. The room of the former Chairman will become his Presidential office. And the rooms of the various secretaries will become the rooms of his soon-to-be cabinet elect. The election campaign is already scheduled for April 10th of next week and shall end on May 10th. Finally, he will be free to enact and transform Veoannia back to its place. A developed country, and beyond that. And he shall do it, letting progress flow through him, and letting him take course.

As he passes through numerous doors and guards opening it and shutting it for him, seriously, why did Monroe install so many doors. And he reaches the remains of his office. Or at least, what is left of it. It appears that after so much time, construction is still undergoing. Large pockets of the wall and floor are still visible, even parts of the roof. The red carpet highlighted with orange coloured tapestry and geometry has begun to fade away. The furniture not destroyed from bullets and hellfire, ravaged by the natural elements instead. The only reason why none of those rioters even managed to come inside was due to members of the National Military Gendarmerie embattling them to the very last man.

He honours them. And history shall honour them as they will him eventually. Still, with that said, he turns around, turning his back to the bright yellow warning tape and makes his course for the former place of the Cabinet of Ministers. Now soon to be another ministerial board room under his watch. He soon passes through the same few select doors and begins turns on the next left after the 8th door. After navigating a few more tricks and turns, he makes it to the Office of the Cabinet of Ministers. Now deserted. It reminds him of when the initial Junta was still active. But he is glad that all of them are gone now.

All of them. Every last one of them. As time wore on, more and more of them eventually sought to resign from their cabinet positions. The Neomonroeists were the first to do so, feeling threatened and disappointed with his move. Especially following his decision to allow The Atlas Archipelago to station troops into Hongrevia, as well as his general idea of giving Hongrevia self-governance. Further selling of shares and securities within the blooming private markets also helped. And yet, the moderate conservatives themselves felt threatened by him as well eventually. His move to retain many aspects of military's role in politics upset most, and yet, it was his role within constitutional reform that made many resigned.

The Ministerial Executive for the National Constitution, a department he'd set up whose sole goal was the rewrite the constitution, upset quite a few of the more moderate fellows. The goal was to have the vote for both upcoming elections in early May be also a vote on accepting the new constitution, instead of forming a constitutional assembly, and if rejected, the newly-elected delegates would form a Constitutional Assembly to write a new draft, and accepted, then it would go on as plan. Who were in this Ministerial Executive? Why, the very same ministers of course. And yet even with his resignation, all agreed to still keep their duties until the new elections.

Yes, democracy. He begins to think about it as he lights up a cigar. Such a name that is used every so often nowadays it has lost all meaning to it. All iterations of it have their lost meaning. Liberal democracy. Anti-democracy. People's democracy. True democracy. Direct democracy. Christian democracy. It is all just buzzwords now. A carcass for the buzzards of populists and academics to fight over tell the end of time. And true be told, their right. Democracy has lost all meaning... but only because people have been blinded to it all this time. As he begins to reminisce about the meetings during those turbulent weeks following that poor son-of-a-b@tch's death. Yes, democracy. Democracy.

Republics. Inscribed in history by the The Soviet state of Svalbard all those centuries lost. When it was the most Serene Republic of Trondelang. And inscribed in its very history was one phrase. Freiheit, Gleichheit, Brüderlichkeit, Óagirsúe, Vorhiolarnas, Fráetreyconhas. Liberty, Equality, Fraternity. Yes. Those very words. The very words that have defined generations upon generations. Revolutions upon revolutions. Reactions upon reactions. Until they all fell down. Ashes to ashes and all of that. Yes. Those very words are the words that have defined history itself until now. When those words were uttered. And why do they endure to this very day. No matter how much they are b@stardized into oblivion? Because they're the present. They're history. They are what allows us to be human, in spite of all of our flaws and psychopathic tendencies.

That is the pure heart of democracy. That is what the truth of human existence, is it not? Limitations. Limitations. The present is but the only thing that separates the here, this moment, from non-existence. Either past or future. No matter what some sham of a political activist, technocrat, or demagogue might tell otherwise. For is it not the point of a democracy to surrender one's freedom? The libertarians and anarchists might say otherwise, but one look at The Commune State of Khong-Bang or The Enclave congressional armed forces should be more than enough to persuade someone that is wrong. Indeed, one needs to look no further than The Atlas Archipelago, in all their arrogance and facades, they speak of a truth.

A truth no better exemplified than the existence of a ballot box. The surrendering of one's freedoms, not all, but some, to the duty of the state. Yes, that is the culmination of what democracy must be to survive. That is what all governments proclaim, plus-or-minus those autocratic states. And yet even there, we see the truth of what the state is. The state is not the enemy, nor is democracy some ultimate expression of infinite freedoms. The extinction of libertarianism proves more than enough the lies of that, and the hypocrisies of The Commune State of Khong-Bang solidifies the arrogance of the left. Nor is it merely the way of which people may express themselves fairly.

Even the so-called liberal democracies, the good guy republics and monarchies that spread... to be fair only in Wasaru, must engage themselves in direct violence against their own democratic beliefs. It is them that must be forced to limit what the people do and say, not in the name of identity politics, but in the name of state security. No, no. That is not the point of democracy. It never was. It is not the pervasion or er@tic delusion of some bygone and dead past, like the fascists and nationalists of my predecessors, of Jadefall, of the Dahua Republic, or any of those failed states. Nor is it some divine, untouchable, almost cruel future, like those blind-folded communists of Novoroyska, Astana-Anders, Kjanu, and the rest of the world.

No, it is never that. It is the present. The surrendering of one's freedom, of one's anxiety, of one's problems, of one's life, to the will of the Parliament. Of the Cabinet. To the wills of society and of civil and common law. To the institutions of bureaucracy, of the workplace, of the operatic gears and grinds of the state itself. It is the present. It is history. It is... GOD.

And that is why he identifies as a conservative, a conservative democrat. He thinks to himself as he stares blankly at nothing, at the empty rooms of faded white paint and the little infinite patterns of the brushstrokes, left behind until the next coat of paint. The conservative, and not those right-wing politicians and academics and fascist thugs that hyperventilate at the thought of pre-democratic times, of the eras of the Clerical scammers, of the Landowning elites, of aristocracy and oligarchies and plutocracies and Monarchies, and all of those filth of the past, of the womb and before conception. No, the true conservative. The conservative democrat. He, and those so few left in the world, believe in the present. The status quo. For moderation in extremes, and extremely moderation.

Never too much, yet never too little. A delicate type-rope walk between unbridled and unrestrained few markets, and the purges and famine of an Ivanovian command economics. Between the enslavement of a fictitious social-Darwinist world cooked up in their backyards whilst their parents argued in the background, and the endless discourse of autonomy and identity. Between isolationism and unchecked multilateralism and internationalism. Between tribalistic xenophobia and the self-hating multiculturalism. There lies the conservative. The man, the Übermensch, if one must say, that can transcend it all. To dream of neither past nor future, but the present.

And he aims to be that man. That Übermensch, that can guide Veoannia, and reunite it. As the shining pillar of not only democracy. But of life and history itself. Of the present. Of the warmth of orange, of conservativism. He shall start with the economics, of course, of course. He shall begin with construction and manufacturing. Resource extraction maybe required. But it shall be supplemented easily. When the skyscrapers, bridges, oil refineries, and megacities are built, there shall be direct payment to the workers. 10, 15, no, 20%! Then, 99% of public and 49% of private enterprises shares will be up for grabs by the workers themselves. He shall subsidize agricultural products, to which they will form syndicates to drive up prices, as well as electricity, transportation and fuel prices, establish boards to help funnel investments and loans into the business-owning middle-class, via low interest rates for all, special economic zones in all big cities.

He shall establish price controls and progressive taxation so the government may help drive further investment. They shall build all that is to build! They shall keep universal healthcare, education, and access to water, of course. He shall develop the ports to allow for greater international trade, doing away with protectionism. He shall rebuild his military, as well as building up other nations military... hmm, The Atlas Archipelago and their companies may do good, would be cheaper to do that than at home, he supposes. Might need to set up some economic zones for that, however. He shall unite all people, giving what little devolution he can, by giving councils the ability to deal with minor offenses and issues, and each little town will specialize in one good to help diversify and help develop. Yes, yes. It is all coming together.

All the while, the ultranationalists of both Orange and White and the Anterias will be so busy fighting each other in Hongrevia that they shall have no reason to mess with me. Such will finally allow them to see why it is a bad idea to waste your life on the past. All the while, what economic advancement can be made he will collect as taxes and duties, fueling economic development. All the while, he shall serve for, one-term. The present waits for no one, one must define it whenever the chance he gets. And if be so, democracy will continue forever. Always in the present, a perpetual motion machine. President after President.

Who knows. Maybe in this lifetime, he shall see Veoannia reunited, now outshining even that of Astana-Anders, and he knows he will enjoy every second of it. And he knows he will, for there is nothing that young idealist Fide hates more than another pragmatists. But that is the for the future, a future that doesn't exist beyond his grave. And he knows, that all will be well. The people will be happy and content, and he will establish a legacy ad infinitium. Yes. There is no better time, than the present...

KALEVI NEWSPAPER 13/4/2024

2,000 new contracts - Ziemelkrasti Readiness Unit increases unit amount by 350 men in CBZ

The commander of Ziemelkrasti Readiness Unit, Colonel Lieutenant Egons Zvinelis has publicly announced that a long-planned Emergency Response Unit will be deployed to Cultural Border Zone in Iskalot-Creeyo region in attempt to support the Iskalotian government and stabilize the region. The decision was finalized after SV-Z announced that 2,000 new contracts to the organization were signed with new operators. The new Emergency Response Unit consists of 5 mechanized infantry platoons, 2 armored units whose size is yet unknown, an attack helicopter squadron and a combat sapper platoon. The size of the total force has not been published, but estimates range around 350 additional SV-Z Operators being deployed in Cultural Border Zone. Depending on the course of the conflict, the SV-Z has capability of further increase or decrease their presence in CBZ.

The President Longins Grube has given an approval for a start of the crisis management operation in Cultural Border Zone, with aim to clear possible saboteurs far away from the frontlines and ensure the safety of the civilians. For this purpose, the International Jaegers from Limnazi International Corps are deployed in Iskalot region to fulfill their task and stabilize the area. Although the International Jaegers do not actively participate in conflict and focus solely on protecting the civilians and infrastructure, this decision is major. For the first time in history are Estian-speaking soldiers allowed to participate in the Creyo-Iskalot conflict in one way or another. The decision for a start of the crisis management operation was made after rumours of a suspected gas attack conducted by Asketian Armed Forces began spreading. While no concrete evidence has yet been brought to table, even the rumours of usage of chemical weapons by any side require immediate, serious response for the sake of civilians.

The Parliament approves the government's budget plan

Yesterday, the Rahvaparlament approved the new budget for Estland. The biggest changes were seen for the Ministries of Defence, Infrastructure and Environment. The Ministry Of Defence received additional 33 billion Markkas, which is the largest budget increase to them in years. The Ministry of Infrastructure also received additional 12 billion Markkas. The Ministry of Environment on the other hand faced even more suppression, as their budget for this year is nearly 20% smaller compared to last year, now standing at 22 billion markkas. Many applaud the changes due to the increased destability in Southern Wasari, but there were some, especially the environmentalists and pacifists, who did not see much improvement in this year's budget. Many politicians in Rohelinet party expressed worry of the environmental impact of the decision to cut the budget from the ministry of environment.

The armada of the south has arrived - Shanting increases its presence in Askelewi

The airspace was filled with carrier planes and helicopters coming from the United Kuzikstan, heading towards the airports, airbases and airtstrips of Askeland. The recent satellite imagery shows that many military bases across Askeland established by Kuzians have grew significantly in size and in terms of personnel, indicating that Shanting is ready to intervene in Askeland if things turn south. Several aircrafts coming from North Electrica and The Atlas Archipelago were seen flying to the same direction. Although the Electrican forces operate independently and are not related to the government, it's likely that the country of Electrica has selected their side in this conflict. The arrival of Anterians also show which side they have aligned to. It's likely that increasing manpower in Askeland is part of the plan Shanting has in to putting more pressure and increase the treshold of Novoroyska, an important ally of Iskalot and Estland from intervening further in the conflict. If the rumoured plan works well for Shanting, it could shatter the image of INCOM as whole, or in worst case scenario, dissolve the alliance altogether. However if things turn south and INCOM indeed pushes forward to intervene, it could escalate the conflict faster than a fire spreading in an oil leak. Overall, the situation is devastating and there seems to be no sight of weardown of the conflict in near future.

Matti Went to buy milk but never returned home - The investigation continues

ENTIMÄGI, KIVIMAA - 1 month ago, the family of Keskõl woke up in surprise as the man of the house, Matti Keskõl, was missing. Matti's wife, Maria claims that Matti was supposed to walk to the nearby grocery store and buy milk, as the children drank all the milk in the house earlier day. However, Matti's journey to the store still hasn't come to an end. Keskõl family called a search & rescue operators to find the father, but so far no traces of him has been found. After further investigation, there has been few things that have been solved: Matti indeed walked out to get some milk. The evidence gathered from the empty milk canisters and family reports support this crystal clear. Matti was also seen by the neighbor walking towards the store that was 75 meters away to be exact. Matti was relatively known in the town and everyone knew he had no other businesses to do than take care of his family and work in the local elementary school. Even the cashiers of the grocery store knew Matti well, and did see him walking in the store with a canister of milk during the day of disappearance. However, Matti never walked to the counter, and him walking between the toilet paper shelves was the last moment anyone saw him.

Matti is "slightly overweight", 173cm long, weighing 108kg middle-aged man with balding hair. He normally wears black glasses, red lumberjack shirt, denim shorts and a trucker cap. Any signs or clues of Matti's location must be reported to the police, so the investigation can finally end on more fortunate note.

KALEVI NEWSPAPER 27/4/2024

Ceasefire in Creeyo - A turn towards peace?

Yesterday, Askets and INCOM forces agreed on a ceasefire, with last shots heard near Dubkov. The ceasefire was made in agreement by all parties and will last at least for the duration of the peace talks held in Ligul, Impeck. Although no concrete signatures have been made yet, especially the Iskalotian forces have seemingly began accepting the fact that the war is going to be over soon. The frontlines are being observed 24/7 by all sides, and even a lightest spark could light the volatile front back in full-blown war. Anterian proposal for Iskalot ceding Creeyo-majority regions in CBZ for Askelewi has gained popularity in many participant nations, although in Askelewi, the Tahapatsa & Tawechine community has been strongly against accepting only small territorial changes, still hoping for the complete ownership of their indigenous lands. The President Longins Grube step in his private jet and took off towards Impeck this morning, soon after the decision for peace talks was made.

Estian International Jaegers have arrived in CBZ

The first International Jaeger company has been stationed in Cultural Border Zone. Their main purpose is to help the locals who have been hurt the most by the conflict and keep the ceasefire going as long as possible. The International Jaegers are supposed to meet with Anterian and Kuzian peacekeepers in Vermezi tomorrow in seek for cooperation and establishing a joint-peacekeeping mission between the two sides. Limnazi International Jaegers were met with delight by locals in Beketovs and began establishing connection with the civilian population as soon as they landed by providing humanitarian aid.

Back and Forth

Arrosta

Electrica, National Water Reserve and Purification

A woman sat at the screens tiredly, she had been doing this for the past 10 years, one of 5 different screen watchers watching the security camera's of the NWRP. Electrica's center for water purification and also the site of the national reserve, she landed this job looking for something that wasn't too much work after all what would happen here at the reserves? She contemplated using her phone o alleviate some of her boredom but if she was caught she'd either get a chewed out or have her pay docked, both she did not wanna experience, so she continued to watched the screens looking slowly between them seeing the same empty halls and areas with only a few workers or the robots walking around to do their various task. However something caught her eye, the robots weren't moving, at first she be lived it was nothing but the trick over her eye so she began to look at where there were other robots but they too didn't move, was this some sort of malfunction? That's impossible these machines are kept maintained and some are different models than the others, she attempts to contact the maintenance building but finds that there is no signal.

How does a government facility loose signal?

Immediately noticing something is wrong she would grab her equipment and a sub machine gun off the wall and leave, entering into the usually quite halls that now beared a eerie pressure. She walked quickly down the hallways and paced one of the unmoving bots.

Guard: "Hey métallo! Status report?" She had a feeling this didn't mean much but she might as well tried and see if the machines were responsive however as soon as she gets closed the machine jerks around and falls to the floor, the guard having jumped back aimed at the machine, but it was long since passed having deactivated when it hit the floor. "What in god's name is this?"

After the disturbing scene she would move with much more haste through the facility before eventually leaving. She then sees multiple vehicles outside with people wearing both strange uniforms. Usually she would have gone out and approached them but everything told her that was a horrible idea. So instead she would sneak around watching them as they would begin entering the facility and tampering with the machinery, however what was really concerning was the stranded devices and weaponry that glowed with both green and dark yellow light they all had.

'This is way above my pay grade, no way I'm dealing with this!'

She was just about to start leaving when someone left out of one of the large vehicles, a man with long brown hair wearing a strange outfit looks around at the carnage before turning towards the reserve.

Man: "Bela kurio, na adminotai ellus od Itodolous"

The woman listens to the strange language, perhaps it was some secret way of communication? She continued watching as he takes out a container and her alongside a small group of compatriots walked over to the reserves, fearing the worst she would fallow in behind being as quiet s possible, the sounds of skirmishes could be hear throughout the facility and whenever a scream comes threw her hair stands on end. Once close they would begin speaking but this time in a language she could understand.

"They believe that this new age will be their golden age, but we shall put them to the test." He opens the container and reveals a crystal like object that had a faint neon yellow glow. "Like kings, they never know if their drink is true, or treacherous.

That's when the the guard finally realized, this wasn't a attack to destroy the facility, they were attempting to poison the reserves! She looks around for anything and finds a pistol on the ground of a fallen security guard, knowing she only had a few seconds she fired at the man holding the crystal, and the bullet when right through his head and right as she attempts to fire at the others. The impossible happens.

"If you wanna be a spectator in this." The man turns, blood dripping down his head as he looked back with a calm smile, his eyes having a faint yellow glow similar to the crystal. "You should have sat back and watched. As he says this one of them would spray the substance at her, she tries to dodge but all this does is only cover half of her body in it. The pain was unimaginable as she felt half of her body dissolve away, she lets out screams of anguish as she fell to the ground.

As the security guard writhes in pain the man turns and drops the crystal into the container, and soon a yellow substance begins to spread from it and then begins unnaturally traveling out into the pipes and tanks of the reserve. It was done, he turns around and begins walking back to his vehicle and contacts someone.

"It's done. How have the other teams done? As he walks, a body on the ground twitches. "Good, the weakening of the light shall begi- he is interrupted by a hand on his ankle, and surprisingly it is the guard woman from before, still somehow alive and moving despite half of her body being a melted form, struggling to keep him from moving. He stares mildly surprised and smiles widely. You are still alive? Hmm, perhaps you have the gift?" Once he says this the guard is picked up by one of his companions, and is taken away. Her vision fades as she sees her easy job go away with each passing seconds.

A New Crisis

Electrican National News

The nation has awaken to a shocking and horrifying discovery, the nations water reserves and all of the nations natural reserves have all been contaminated. From what is known for the past week or so those who have been using water as of late has been experiencing a new form of sickness, something that has seemingly gotten worse as time passes with it now being dubbed the "Golden Suffering" as many have been hospitalized with recordings of immense pains and failure in the body, or the strange yellow rashes appearing on the bodies of people who used the water to clean. Because of the the entire water utility has been shut down and current quarantine zones in the central United Freedom Sector, the northern Skywalker Sector, and most of the Urbanite Hive Sector. So far the New Horzion, Starfreeze Plains, The Moog, and Capital Sector has remained unaffected

Throughout the recording there are pictures of people, young and old alike suffering from the effects of the "Golden Suffering" ranging from strong yellow-gold rashes on their bodies, a golden ring around their eyes, and hundreds if not thousands being admitted to hospitals or the creation of new emergency hospitals all over the quarantine zones.

With the information out many become outraged looking for answers, many believed that this was some form of sabotage and the blame immediately went to the age old enemy: Astana-Anders. While this was refuted past events have been reference for a cause to suspicion and despite the non aggression pact the sheer ideological difference between Electrican and INCOM, alongside the close proximity between the country and one of it's members could be cause so doing so. Whatever the case the Council has been working to address the fears of the public while also speaking with both the Astani government and INCOM as a whole over the matter, and in other news the Council has made efforts to provide families across the country with uncontaminated water sources with the nationalization of bottled water production and shipment and of course making use of one of the few untapped water reserves that were not affected by this event. But since the reserve is only able to provide water for the next 5-7 years, which will thrust Electrica into a Water Crisis.

Further images and videos showing soldiers around the country delivering water to families, and others of both the Milita and the military protecting the last reserve. However it shift with a video of cybernetics.

However there may be some hope as it seems that the GS is able to be gotten rid off if parts of the human body is replaced with cybernetics, thanks to a byproduct created by the cybernetics and the human body which has been nicknamed: Cyborg Blue. Medical researches has begun researching both the GS and the CB in order to counter this medical crisis, and massive wave for cybernetic surgery, production, and investment has risen as a result. We can only hope that the situation continues to improve.

The first trial has arrived

Joys of the past
Northern Rusenia, Three Point Peninsula
Tectunia
A long time ago...

(BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFhb0e2rkHc)
"Darling, did you see Yura's other pair of socks? I can't seem to remember where I put them."
Asked Yukina as she wandered around with a basket of neatly folded clothes.
"No dear, I've been here making dinner. Maybe it got flung away by the wind?"
Replied Markus in aprons peeling a potato in the kitchen before cutting into into smaller pieces with a knife as he dropped them into a boiling pot with other vegetables. As he began stirring the pot, he'd turn his slightly to the left as he'd ask Yukina a question.
"What was Tamamo here for? Did you invite her for dinner?"
Asked Markus as he continued to stir the pot while adding salt to it, occasionally taking out the ladle to taste the soup.
"Oh, just reminiscing about old times, nothing too serious, she declined the offer."
Replied Yukina as she organized clothes into drawers just out of his view.
The eyebrow twitched, it was a lie he thought to himself since he overheard what Tamamo was saying when she was still here, still so disapproving of their marriage. He'd wonder to himself why Tamamo was so disapproving of their marriage, perhaps a disdain for humans, perhaps she didn't like Markus, perhaps she was envious? Whatever the reason, he was not too pleased about it as he continued to stir the pot while lost in thought. Suddenly, he came to his senses as he pulled the ladle out to taste the soup before taking it off the stove as he began pouring it into three wooden bowls. After pouring it out, he pulled out a loaf of bread and sliced it into several slices before serving it on a wooden plate as he went to prepare the dinner table. Yura, Markus' daughter ran into the dining room as he looked at Markus with a smile.
"Daddy, is dinner ready?" Asked Yura excitedly
"Yes my sweet pumpkin, help daddy set the table okay?"
Yura nodded as she helped set the table for dinner.

Markus set down the bowls and the plate of sliced bread as he sat down, little Yura climbed onto her chair while Yukina settled down onto her chair next to Markus she took a glance at him before grabbing the spoon as the three of them began digging in.
"Yukina, do you ever miss our old friends from the institute? When both of us were studying there for magic?"
"Sometimes, my time spent there with you was some of the best moments I could hope to ask for. Our precious memories there brought us to this point." Said Yukina as she turned to look at Yura happily eating her dinner.
"Yeah... Do you remember when I sneaked into your room by disguising myself as a girl?"
Yukina chuckled "Yes, I remember the headmaster chewing you out in the hall in the middle of the night when he caught you sneaking back out. Didn't you get suspended for a month?"
"Oh yeah! Uh, honestly, the headmaster was the spawn of something evil, he was just the meanest and overly strict person ever."
"Society is built on rules and regulations!" Said Yukina, talking in a deeper voice, seemingly trying to mimic the headmaster.
"Don't give me that."
Yukina chuckled "Ah, those were the days huh?"
"It sure was..."
Markus turned to look at Yura who seemed to be listening to their little banter.
"Daddy, mommy, will I ever go to school?"
"Yeah." Replied both of them at the same time as they turned to look at each other before having a slight laugh.
"Yeah my little pumpkin, we'll enroll you into school once you're older."
"Anyways, Yura, how was the day for?"
"Um, I played at the wheat place with Teo, we played hide and seek."
"Teo? The kid from the house down the road? We should go greet them sometimes, their parents seem to be nice folk." Said Markus as he turned his head toward Yukina.
"Sounds great, yeah, we should meet them sometimes, maybe exchange gifts?" Said Yukina as she took a spoonful of her food.
"Yeah, oh, do we need anything right now? I'm gonna head down to the village tomorrow to gather things we need, we need to get some vegetables since we're low in that regard." Asked Markus as he took a bite of his dinner.
"Hm, nothing that comes to mind... Oh, could you perhaps get some sugar? We're running low on that right now."
"Sugar? Okay, I'll go down to the village and trade in the wheat we got from our last harvest for sugar, anything else?"
"Daddy, I want a toy!" Exclaimed Yura.
"Okay sweet pumpkin, if you promise to help Daddy in the fields, I'll get you whatever doll you want once we head to the village tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay!" Said Yura excitedly.
"Now, finish your meal, and let's get ready for bed okay? Daddy and Mommy will read you a story once you're in bed okay?"
"Okay!" Said Yura as she began eating her meal.
"It's moments like these that make me wish it'll last forever." Said Markus as he gently grabbed Yukina's hand and held onto it.
"Me too darling..." Said Yukina as she embraced Markus' hand whistle looking at one another.

Markus is seen scraping whatever food was left on the bowls into an empty as he drenches them in another bucket full of water before wiping them with a wet towel he sets them aside to dry before finishing the dishes as he grabs the bucket of used water and the other bucket with leftover food scrapes as he went outside. He emptied the used water at a nearby patch of wheat as he left the bucket outside while he emptied the other bucket into a compost bin which he also left by the door before entering his house. Now inside, he went upstairs he saw Yukina and Yura washing out their mouth with salt and water before Yukina followed Yura into her room while holding her hand as she tucked Yura in before taking a seat at the edge of the bed. Markus entered the room as he sat next to Yukina placing his hand on her shoulder as the both of them looked at Yura.
"Yura, ready?" Asked Markus as he looked at Yura with a slight smile.
"Ready Daddy!" Said Yura with a smile on her face.
"Okay..."
"Once upon a time, there was a man who lived in a village, he was an energetic yet gentle and kind-hearted man as he'd help around his village, doing good deeds for the people he'd known since he was a child. One day, a fox appeared in the village, while seemingly harmless, the villagers were suspicious of the fox and actively ostracized it but the same kind-hearted man took the fox in as his companion. unbeknownst to the man, the fox was a creature from a faraway land who could use magic to create beauty out of nothingness as it transformed itself into a beautiful woman and greeted the man. The fox thanked the man for his kindness and asked if he wanted a wish granted by her magical powers the man simply replied, I wish to be with you. While taken aback, the fox lady accepted as she decided to stay by his side, not as a companion but as the man's significant other, although much to the dismay of the fox's brethren who disapproved of their union. Both of them together went to a school of magic where they learned many fantastical things as well as getting up to mischief. The man and the fox were like a match made in heaven, a more perfect union between a human and a magical being. Eventually, as the man grew up, the both of them settled down in a quiet place where they'd start a family and would live happily ever after together... The end." It was a story all too familiar to him since it was the story of how he had met Yukina, although a little embellished since it was meant to be a story at the end of the day.
Yura looked at both of them with a tired expression as both of them kissed her on the forehead before gently and quietly leaving the room. Closing the door behind him, Markus yawned as he turned his attention to Yukina.
"We should probably go to bed huh?"
"Yes darling, I think we should." Said Yukina before grabbing his hand as the both of them walked down the hall and entered their room.
Laying into bed, both of them embraced each other as Markus hugged Yukina and the two of them started falling asleep.
Till death do us part...