Reincarnated with a Country Creation System

"Your Highness, this is Commander Kagiso from the Matalebe Tribe," Lord Reginald introduced, his voice echoing slightly in the spacious office.

Prince Theodore Triesenberg, seated behind the large wooden desk, looked up from the documents he had been reviewing. His sharp blue eyes locked onto Kagiso, assessing him with a mix of curiosity and authority.

"Commander Kagiso," Prince Theodore repeated. He set aside the papers in front of him and leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he regarded the Matalebe warrior. "I've heard much about your tribe and your struggle. It's an honor to finally meet you."

Kagiso stood tall, meeting the prince's gaze without flinching. "The honor is mine, Your Highness," he replied, his voice steady. "Though I must admit, I am here with more questions than answers."

A faint smile played on Prince Theodore's lips. "I would expect nothing less. Please, have a seat." He gestured to the chair opposite his desk, inviting Kagiso to sit. Lord Reginald stepped back, allowing the two men to converse privately, though the interpreter remained nearby, ready to assist if needed.

"Now before we discuss, I don't think that my men have given you refreshments. Do you want some tea or perhaps something stronger?" Prince Theodore offered, his tone casual, almost conversational.

Kagiso shook his head slightly. "Thank you, Your Highness, but I'm fine."

"How about food? I'm sure the trip must have been tiring. A meal can help clear the mind," Prince Theodore insisted, his tone gentle but firm.

Kagiso hesitated, sensing the prince's determination. It was clear that Theodore was not going to take no for an answer. Before Kagiso could respond, the prince had already signaled to a servant waiting just outside the door.

"Bring in some tea and a light meal for our guest," Prince Theodore instructed. The servant bowed and quickly left to fulfill the order.

Kagiso sat back in his chair, understanding that this was not just about hospitality. The prince was setting the tone for their conversation, asserting control in a subtle but unmistakable way.

Prince Theodore leaned forward slightly, his expression softening as he continued. "I insist, Commander. You are our guest, and it's important that you feel at ease. Now, while we wait, let's start addressing some of those questions you have."

Kagiso nodded slowly, deciding to play along for now. "Very well, Your Highness. My first question is straightforward—what exactly does the Empire hope to gain from aligning itself with the Matalebe Tribe? What do you stand to benefit from this alliance?"

The prince's expression became more serious, his gaze intense. "The Empire, like any nation, seeks stability and prosperity. The Matalebe Tribe holds a unique position in this region. You are warriors, leaders, and custodians of traditions that have endured for generations. Your influence is significant, and in the right circumstances, it could shape the future of this land."

The servant returned, quietly setting down a tray with a teapot, cups, and a selection of light snacks. Prince Theodore waited until the servant had finished pouring the tea and left the room before continuing.

"We are offering you the opportunity to lead your people into a future where their culture and sovereignty are respected, not eroded by the pressures of modern governance that conflict with your traditions," Theodore explained.

"You are awfully too formal. You can be direct with me, Your Highness."

Prince Theodore arched an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard by Kagiso's directness. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap.

"I see, so you want a direct answer huh? Then in this case we want to know about the new nation that is trying to establish diplomatic ties with Zambesi, do you know about it?"

"Ah…the Valoria. We have heard of an armada that arrived in the Port of Maputo. We thought it was you or another Western Nation. But it was surprisingly new and according to our spies, it spoke the same language as yours."

"It spoke the same language as us?" Prince Theodore raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the revelation. "Are you sure?"

"According to our spy," Kagiso confirmed.

"I can't believe this. A new nation spoke the same language as us."

"But why are you asking about Valoria anyway?" Kagiso asked.

"That's because we want to know about that country…" Prince Theodore replied.

"Then why not reach out to them directly?"

Prince Theodore leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving Kagiso's. "Caution is necessary, Commander. Valoria is an unknown entity, and in diplomacy, the unknown can be dangerous. Reaching out directly without understanding their motives, strengths, and intentions could put us at a disadvantage."

Kagiso nodded, understanding the prince's reasoning but still wary of his true intentions. "And you believe the Matalebe can provide you with the information you seek about Valoria?"

"Something like that," Prince Theodore replied. "Now let's talk business. I know your tribes are running out of ammunition and weapons which is why you are raiding Zambesi's military outpost for weapons and supplies. I can offer you something better—advanced weaponry, training for your warriors, and the resources to strengthen your position in the region. Do you want to overthrow Zambesi's government?

Well, that's fine for us."

Prince Theodore paused, letting his words sink in. Kagiso's eyes narrowed slightly, his mind racing as he considered the implications of the prince's offer. The idea of toppling the Zambesi government had been a distant dream for the Matalebe, but with the support of the Empire, it could become a reality. However, the cost of such an alliance was something he could not ignore.

"And in return?" Kagiso asked, his voice calm but laced with suspicion. "What do you expect from us?"

Prince Theodore smiled with a calculated expression that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Loyalty, Commander. The Empire values loyalty above all else. We would expect the Matalebe to stand with us in the event of any conflict in the region. That is a small price to pay for our support. So, what's it going to be?

Are you going to accept our aid or you fight alone, or fight alone? Knowing that sooner or later, your forces will be overrun by the Zambesi's forces. If I were you, I'd accept the offer," the prince finished.

The offer on the table was undoubtedly tempting, but the strings attached were significant. Accepting the Empire's aid would mean becoming entangled in their political web, potentially losing the independence the Matalebe had fought so hard to maintain. Yet, rejecting the offer meant continuing a struggle with dwindling resources, facing a government that was growing stronger with each passing day.

The room fell into a tense silence as Kagiso considered his response. He knew that whatever decision he made would shape the future of his people—either aligning with a powerful ally or facing the consequences of standing alone.

"Fine."