Reincarnated with the Country System

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Britannia Royal Palace

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The grand dining hall of the Britannia Royal Palace was adorned with opulent decorations, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow over the elegantly set table.

Alberto and Queen Maria were having dinner together. Joseph and the Prime Minister were also there.

While eating, Maria said, "Emperor Alberto, I heard that you are still single. Have you thought about it?"

Alberto was surprised because he did not understand what the Queen meant.

"What do you mean?"

"Okay, I will be direct. I was thinking about strengthening our relationship through marriage."

They were surprised. {What is she saying! Marriage!?} Alberto looked at Maria {Is she thinking about marriage at this age!? I might be half her age. But....}

Although Maria was close to forty, she was still very beautiful. She also had two big melons that were big enough to attract any man.

Maria felt a little embarrassed when she saw Alberto looking at her big breasts.

"Ora, Emperor Alberto, I was wondering what it would be like if you married my daughter"

Alberto was surprised, because as far as he knew, Queen Maria only had a daughter and a little son.

"Marrying your daughter? I heard that you have one daughter. Do you have hidden children?"

"I was talking about my daughter Elina."

Alberto frowned, "Your Majesty, what do you mean? Princess Elina's engagement is only two days away."

Maria waved her hand dismissively. "Emperor Alberto, you need not worry about that. If you desire, I am willing to arrange a marriage between you and my daughter."

"Your Majesty, everyone knows that your daughter will marry Duke Barco's son Strom. Isn't it unfair? Also, will your daughter agree to this?"

"I will handle everything. Besides, she is a princess and she is willing to do anything for the good of this country." Maria said

"But I deny it. Besides, your daughter is also a human being and as a human being you should not disregard her opinion."

Maria smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes. She reached inside her gown, causing Alberto, Joseph, and the Prime Minister to exchange awkward glances. With a flourish, she produced a small, ornate key and placed it on the table.

Alberto was surprised to see the key as if he had guessed what it was.

"Emperor Alberto, let's make a deal between us. If you marry my daughter, I will give you this key as a dowry that your people were trying to find." Maria said with a smile.

Alberto said softly, "What are you talking about?"

Maria leaned back, a knowing smile on her lips. "Huh! Emperor Alberto, although we may be far behind you in terms of technology and power, that doesn't mean we are stupid. I know that your spies are in our country."

Alberto was speechless, unable to understand what to say.

Then Joseph said, "What are you talking about, Your Majesty?" Joseph, although nervous, tried to keep himself calm.

"Ara~Ara~ Imperial Diplomatic Joseph, don't pretend that you don't understand anything. I'm not as stupid as you thought I was. Just because I haven't taken any action against you doesn't mean I don't know anything. I know everything that you've done behind my back."

She turned her gaze back to Alberto, her expression serious. "So tell me Emperor Alberto, what is your decision now? If you marry my daughter, our relationship can be stronger. You don't need to do anything secretly. It's a win-win proposal for both of us"

Alberto didn't know what to say. Although he knew that Queen Maria was very clever, he didn't think that she would actually be so clever. They had been spying on the Britannia Kingdom, thinking that the Britannia people knew nothing about them, but now their idea was proven wrong. Alberto seemed like a fool. They thought that they were a few steps ahead, but now it turns out that their every move was being watched by Maria.

Maria thought that Alberto was hesitating to make a decision. She exchanged a glance with the Prime Minister, who nodded in understanding. He then placed a small golden box on the table, drawing Alberto's attention.

Looking at it, Alberto said, "What is this?"

"This is the object you sent your spies into Brut Island to find."

Alberto gripped the spoon tightly in his hand. He was so angry and frustrated at how ineffective his spies had been. That they hadn't realized they had been watched for so long.

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Two guards were walking through the cemetery.

Then a rustling sound came from the shadows near a cluster of tombstones. "Did you hear that?"

"Probably just a raccoon or something," the other guard replied, though he was gripping his spear tightly. "But let's check it out, just in case."
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They moved cautiously toward the source of the noise, their hearts pounding in their chests.

As they approached the cluster of tombstones, the rustling grew louder, and they could see a figure hunched over one of the graves. The guards exchanged worried glances. "What in the name of the gods is that?"

They crept forward, careful to remain silent.

As they drew nearer, the figure became clearer—a cloaked individual, their face obscured by a hood. The figure was digging frantically at the earth, a small spade in hand. The guards' hearts raced. "A grave robber!"

"Stop right there!" the guard shouted, stepping forward and brandishing his spear. The cloaked figure froze, then slowly turned to face them, revealing a pair of piercing eyes that glinted with a strange light.

"Leave me be!" the figure hissed, their voice low and raspy. "I mean no harm. I only seek what is rightfully mine."

"Your what?" the guard demanded, taking a step closer, his spear poised to strike. "You're desecrating a grave! That's punishable by death!"

The figure let out a low, mocking laugh. "You think you can stop us? You know nothing of the power that lies beneath these stones." With a swift motion, the figure raised their hand, and the ground trembled slightly, as if responding to their command.

The guards exchanged alarmed glances. "What are you doing?" the guard shouted, their voice tinged with fear.

"Awakening the dead," the figure replied cryptically, their eyes glowing brighter. "You cannot comprehend the forces at play here. But soon, you will understand."

Before the guards could react, the earth beneath the grave began to shift violently. The sound of cracking stone echoed through the graveyard, and the air filled with an unnatural chill.

The ground erupted, and skeletal hands clawed their way out of the earth, grasping at the air as if seeking freedom from their eternal slumber.

Panic surged through the guards. "We need to alert the others!"

"You cannot escape this fate," the cloaked figure declared, stepping back as the undead began to rise. "You will witness the rebirth of an army, and you will be powerless to stop it."

The guards stood frozen in horror as the skeletal forms continued to emerge.

The skeletal figures continued to rise, their numbers multiplying with each passing moment. The guards exchanged frantic glances, their earlier bravado replaced by a palpable sense of dread.

The cloaked figure watched with a twisted smile. "This night belongs to the dead."