It was the first day he saw in the morning. The letter from the Stoludian queen. He frowned and threw the letter into the fire after reading it. He gestured to Jay to come closer. It was no small thing he had to do. Stoludi decided to tell them to suck it. There is only so much a man can accept. He tried to openly negotiate about the espionage, but he failed. Desperate times call for desperate measures, they say. He looked into the eyes of Jay. "I want you to initiate a search for all Stoludian spies in the Republic. I want them in prison by tomorrow. However don't treat them badly. They shall "enjoy" their stay till we get our captive back. After that you can execute them." He turned away, and looked out the window.
Jay looked at him surprised. "But sir! That would be bad for the 2 nation's relationship. Are you sure you..." Robert turned around with a deadly look of a man that lost his mind. "None tells me to stand back. None tells me to suck it. None plays with me!" He picked up his uniform he wears for important occasions and drank a final bottle of Vodka. "I don't want any more objections! Also dispatch a message to our spies. I want all in Stoludi home in 2 week's time. All must bring home SES gas or data about it. They are all moved to counter espionage in the home country. That's it. You are dispatched." He looked at Jay over his shoulders, who quickly disappeared in the shadows, before closing the door behind him.

It was a hot and sunny day in Seasailer. Robert overlooked the construction of the DRS Magnificent. It was the new ship designed by the Triad. As soon as he saw the plans he gave his immediate permission to start building the ship. On his right stood the three brothers, hooded whispering something between themselves. They were an odd sight. Pointing at things and constantly muttering to themselves. He was sure they could already see the fully built ship in front of themselves, every nail in place. He knew them since his childhood. He respected them for their talent, but he also despised them for how anti social they were. Althought a man could never ask for a better ally, he still felt odd fro standing with them on the same podium. On his right side however there were his admirals and military advisors who all praised the young engineer from Drakun, who was talking with them. Once the ship finishes building, it will be the fastest Galleon in the NIN's arsenal, and the biggest ship to ever roam the seas of Mawei. However he had one more appointment, so as much as he would have loved to watch the building of this ship, he had to move on.

It was already dawn by the time he got back to Domestia. But instead of going straight back to the palace he had to visit the barracks in the royal district of the town. As he approached the gates the soldiers saluted to him and he entered the main yard. As he neared the main gate two Domestian Guards saluted opened the door for him and his company. He always admired the moral of the army. It was kept in a tidy and well maintained order. No other empire could stand up to even the Milita, not to mention the NIFF or the Domestian Guards. He entered the main room, and he was greeted by Sir Lucian, his military advisor. "Welcome to our humble home Roberts. I hope it is to your liking." Sir Lucian technically acted as his father when he was a small kid. They shook hands and began to chatter. He was no fan of small talks, but there were always those few who he could easily talk with. After a few minuted they entered a small room with a small desk and 2 chairs. "I have all the papers ready Robert. You just need to sign it, and the fighting force that revolutionizes war as we know, is going to be born." Robert sighed and read the papers bottom. "By the power granted to me by me imperial bloodline, I hereby grant access to the forming of the Domestian Main Fighting Force or the DFF for short." He signed the paper and shaked Lucian's hands. He smiled but he wasn't sure how this would turn out. He left the building soon after, and headed back to the palace in haste.