That Time the USA Got Transported to Another World!

Chapter 4: The Day After

"They what?" the Oplar king panicked, running his fat fingers through his hair. He hadn't slept for the past two days, working tirelessly on his plan to save the empire; but, just as he finished his draft, Ezax had entered the room. In thorough detail, he described everything he had been told by the Ustia diplomats: how the king, alongside his army, perished overnight—and, most importantly, how no one could recall seeing a single enemy soldier ravishing their camp. The Oplar king, now pacing around the room to and fro said:—

"Could this have been the great war from the prophecy?"

Ezax shook his head; "no, Your Majesty... I fear that this is only a glimpse of things to come. So far, no one has met a single man or woman from the Land of Warriors; theoretically, there's still time!—but, it won't be easy. The Ustia Kingdom has already angered them, and (quite honestly, Your Majesty) the future isn't looking too bright."

"Nonsense!" the king proudly said, pounding his chest. "We've kept this empire together for 600 years—I'll be dammed before I let her die..."

"Your Majesty... that's sweet of you, but what are you planning to do? How are you supposed to even get close to the enemy?—if we accidentally anger them..."

Smack.

The king slapped the wizard with the back of his hand, contorting his face into a swelled up, puffy mess; losing his balance, he tripped over himself and landed on the hardwood floor with a terrible thud.

"Don't refer to them as the enemy!" the king shouted. "As of now, they will be called our ally, you hear me?" Ezax nodded his head. "Another thing: you will treat them as if they are gods: pamper them as if they are me—and, once we gain their trust, they will gladly fight under our banner, you got that?" Ezax attempted to lift himself up, feeling the pain in his neck as he tried to nod. The king took out a thin, scrap piece of paper from his desk and scribbled something on it; he walked over to Ezax and forced it into his hand. "Send this letter to the Land of Warriors using magic; I want it delivered immediately, or it will be your head, got it?"

"Y—yeah," he replied.

***

Ezax, alongside the 10 other grand wizards, gathered around inside a small, oval-shaped tower made of grey bricks. They each held hands underneath their purple robes, and—after lighting a fire—chanted a prayer three times over; from the fire swirled out a cloud of thick, white smoke, which shaped itself into a flat surface. Ezax, holding the king's note in hand, placed it on top of the smoke; the thin note vanished; twisting itself into letters; it read:

"To the Land of Warriors:

It would humble me if the king of your land came to dinner;

I will prepare the best cooks in the country,

and only serve you the best meals!

My men will organize a carriage around the main trade road just outside our borders.

That said, you will also be given the utmost luxury your entire stay.

Best regards,

King William II of the Oplar Empire."

Ezax took a deep breath, inhaling the musky air. I hope this works, he thought.