Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Vol. 2 Chapter 13

Three days after the tumultuous events at Marjorie, the Loval Assemblage convened, gathering over 90 senators, federal nobles, government and military officials, and the Mineas Council of Races representatives. The atmosphere was tense as Nathan Kirk, the de facto Vice President of Cignus and longstanding aide to President Oliver, stood at the podium, facing the assembly.

“On March 28th,” he began, his voice steady, “His Excellency, President of Cignus, Duke of Federal Territories, and Sovereign of the Federation, Oliver Lauenberg, declared war on the following nations: the Marjorie Holy Kingdom, the Kingdom of Norvoga, and the Kashim Continental Alliance.” He spoke without emotion, knowing his audience was well aware of Cignus's typically cautious self-imposed noninterventionists and isolationist stance with other nations. “Alongside these, 16 other nations are anticipated to enter the war in solidarity with Marjorie and Kashim thru military pacts. Furthermore, the Antares Alliance, an advanced bloc of 28 nations technologically on par with the 1860s to early 1900s, may soon follow, as well as potentially the entirety of Norvoga’s continent of origin,”

Murmurs rippled through the room. The sheer scale of the conflict was unlike anything this world had seen in centuries—a “one-against-50” battle, a fantastical vision of a single nation against a monumental alliance.

Nathan continued, undeterred. “The rumors that we hail from another world—while they may sound absurd—are, in fact, true. We were once a province of the Legrand Republic; hence, we are Legradians, hence to maintain the identity we had from former country we originated, we labeled it as mainlanders here, to distinguish from Cignite Valurians beyond our current capital. It may sound like fiction, but this is our reality. For the past eight years, we have concealed our origins, but no longer.” He paused, letting his words sink in. “Our technology, our values, and our society that alien here.”

With the assembly listening intently, he spoke with conviction. “Cignus is poised to rise to the top of this world. You, who are here today, are the foundation of this vision—our comrades at arms. Together, under His Excellency Oliver’s leadership, we will establish prosperity, peace, security, equality, and stability.”

Nathan’s gaze swept the room as he finished, “Today marks the beginning of a new era. With Cignus at the helm, we shall claim our place at the highest order. Any who oppose us will be swept aside. This war is but the first step on our path to realizing our vision.”

Nathan let the energy swell within the hall, observing the faces of those before him: Cignite Valurians, Legrandians, High Elves, dwarfs, harpies, arachnids, lamias, and countless other representatives of Cignus’s society. Their silence was laden with a mixture of fear, resolve, and the heavy contemplation of what lay ahead. It was clear that each attendee grasping the implications of situations choice, understanding that Cignus now faced the daunting prospect of war with fifty nations. Yet, something in the way they regarded Nathan.

Seeing this, Nathan leaned into his next words. “Understand this: His Excellency Oliver has not asked for the opinion of those beyond these walls. He has declared war personally,” he repeated, his voice echoing throughout the hall with a new sharpness.

The impact was immediate — like igniting a powderkeg. A roar of approval burst from the assembly, a thunderous, rolling wave of voices filled with conviction. The mere mention that Oliver himself had taken on the mantle of leadership in such a historic manner was enough to inflame even the most reserved hearts. The sentiment among the crowd shifted from apprehension to resolve as, one by one, they began nodding and voicing their allegiance, reaffirming a loyalty that ran not to the concept of Cignus, but to the man who had built it. For more than half of those gathered here—representatives from every race and rank within Cignus—pledged their allegiance not to the abstract notion of a nation but to the person called Oliver Lauenberg — himself only.