Note: This work is entirely fictional and belongs to the Alternate History genre, utilizing historical characters and events in a fictional context. All content is a product of imagination and does not reflect reality or any political or military stance.

The story contains sensitive elements such as violence, large-scale warfare, tense political conflicts, and alternative historical depictions. It is not suitable for readers under 16 years of age or those who may be psychologically affected.
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Inside the White House (Russia), a tense yet exhilarating atmosphere enveloped the Prime Minister's office. Mikhail Mishustin, a man of solid stature, sat in a black leather armchair. The warm yellow light from the chandeliers above reflected off his face, creating an expression that was both serious and friendly. He had meticulously prepared for this unexpected meeting, with delicate plates of pastries and fragrant cups of tea elegantly arranged on the table.

Images from Sevastopol flashed through his mind, vivid pictures of the various races he would have to confront. A sense of anxiety and responsibility weighed heavily on him as he contemplated what awaited him. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern about the information he had received. The dwarves, the fae, and the potential threats from other nations—all of these made him acutely aware of the need for cautious action.

Mishustin skimmed through the photographs, his gaze lingering on a modestly dressed woman, her beauty ethereal yet shrouded in mystery. He sensed the pride of Milishial through these images, not merely in military strength but also in a robust self-confidence. The sight of the colossal battleship evoked a certain respect within him, but it also stirred a worry about their intentions.

When an aide entered to announce that everything was ready, he nodded, the excitement in his heart intensifying. This meeting was not just a simple negotiation; it was a pivotal moment in the relationship between the two nations.

Outside the room, Seraphina stood before the door, her gaze resolute, yet her heart was filled with apprehension. She knew that this meeting would not only impact Milishial but could also shape the future of the entire region. She had prepared thoroughly, attaching a recording device to her person, but deep down, she only wished to foster a friendly relationship with Russia. The image of the young man she had spoken with earlier flashed in her mind, bolstering her confidence.

As the door swung open, light spilled out from within, and Seraphina stepped in with an air of confidence. She saw Mishustin, a well-dressed man with fair skin, sharp eyes, and a decisive demeanor. She sensed the seriousness in the air, but there was also a hint of friendliness emanating from him.

When she introduced herself, her voice rang clear and unwavering. "I am High Priestess Seraphina Flameheart Blaze. I trust you don't need any lengthy formalities? We can simplify this and get straight to the point."

Mishustin sat up straight, his eyes fixed on her as if searching for hidden meanings in her words. "I understand," he replied, "so we can achieve that through this conversation. But I would like to ask why Milishial holds us in such high regard? A nation outside the civilized sphere?"

She responded, her tone devoid of condescension, like a refreshing breeze amidst the heat of negotiation. "The Holy Empire of Milishial views Russia as a formidable nation with significant geopolitical influence, and we are here to seek a long-term cooperative foundation based on mutual respect." She held her head high, her gaze unwavering, showing no signs of anxiety.

Mishustin furrowed his brow, his eyes sharp as an invisible sword, a latent wariness evident on his face. "Mutual respect?" he inquired, his tone tinged with skepticism. "Russia does not seek relationships based on power or imposition. We always prioritize fair, open dialogue grounded in clear mutual interests. We need to see sincerity, Ambassador."

Seraphina nodded quietly, feeling a sense of determination and patience within her. Her voice remained calm, unaffected by the other party's doubts. "I completely agree. That is precisely why we are here, with the hope that Milishial and Russia can find common ground in various fields such as economics, culture, technology, and defense. This world is fraught with risks and instability. We believe that two strong nations like Russia and Milishial need to stand together rather than in opposition."

Mishustin narrowed his eyes, his hands lightly resting on the table, as if trying to grasp the weight of each of her words. His focus radiated from the smallest gestures. "Milishial is a formidable force, no one can deny that. But Russia is not here to be turned into a pawn in anyone's political game. If Milishial truly wishes to establish a peaceful, cooperative relationship, we are ready to negotiate. But only when we see transparency in your actions."

Seraphina was not surprised by the Russian's vigilance. She knew that to earn Russia's trust, more than mere empty promises were required. She looked directly into Mishustin's eyes, sensing the tension in the air, but also an opportunity. "Mr. Prime Minister," Seraphina said, her voice dropping to a firm tone, "we do not deny that each nation has its own interests. However, the interests of Milishial and Russia can align. Stability in the region is something we both desire, and to achieve that, cooperation is a wise step. Russia need not worry about being exploited, for it will be Russia that determines its own future. Milishial is ready to share technology, engage in trade, and even provide defense support if it can help strengthen the relationship between our two nations."

The confidence in Seraphina's voice seemed to lighten the atmosphere in the room. She felt a connection beginning to form, even though many doubts remained. "We do not intend to expand our influence over Russia. The Holy Empire of Milishial seeks an equal partnership. We view Russia as an indispensable power, and we hope that Russia will see Milishial as a strategic ally. This relationship will not only benefit both nations but also help maintain stability in the region against external threats."

Silence enveloped the room for a moment. A sense of anticipation and tension filled the space, as if time had stopped. Mishustin stroked his chin, a contemplative expression evident on his face; he understood that in a world full of chaos and fragile alliances, a strategic link with Milishial could yield real benefits for Russia, if managed carefully.

"I will report back to the President and the government about this discussion," Mishustin finally spoke, his voice calm yet carrying a note of caution. His gaze was sharp, as if scrutinizing every word Seraphina had just uttered. "Russia does not seek enemies, but we also do not easily trust anyone. Cooperation may be an option, but only if both sides benefit and mutual respect is assured."

Seraphina nodded, a faint smile crossing her face, as if a glimmer of light shone through the dark clouds. "That is also the goal of the Holy Empire of Milishial. I believe that today's dialogue will mark the beginning of a new chapter in Russia-Milishial relations." She felt a fresh breeze, as if her words had struck a chord in Mishustin's mind.

Mishustin nodded, his eyes still fixed on Seraphina, as if searching for a sign of sincerity in her words. "We will await concrete actions from your side," he said, before standing up and shaking hands with Seraphina. Their handshake was not merely a formality but an unspoken commitment to what they had discussed.

"We also look forward to a future where our relationship is stronger," she affirmed, her voice filled with hope, like a flickering light in the dark.

Mishustin nodded, his expression softening somewhat, yet still retaining its inherent seriousness. Before parting, he added, "We will prepare a private room for you to rest and enjoy the night view of Moscow." This invitation not only demonstrated hospitality but also signaled that he was opening up more to her.

The meeting concluded, but its echoes lingered in the air, filled with calculation. Both sides understood that the future of this relationship would depend on more than just polite diplomatic words. Time would be the measure of the commitments they had made. But at least, a door had been opened, though whether it would lead to peace or conflict remained undetermined.

As Seraphina left the room, her heart raced, brimming with mixed emotions. Each step felt heavy with contemplation and hope. She knew this was just the beginning, but these dialogues held the potential to become the foundation for a stronger relationship in the future.

The twinkling lights of Moscow outside the window resembled stars in the night sky, creating a beautiful yet ambiguous scene. A sense of excitement and anxiety intertwined within her, but amidst those feelings, a new belief was kindling, like a small flame in the darkness. The journey ahead was still long, but she felt empowered by the decisions she had made.

She was ready, not only to face challenges but also to explore new opportunities, connections that could change the fate of both nations. Every breath she took carried determination, and deep down, she knew she was not alone on this path.

...

Later, Seraphina was escorted by Russian Foreign Ministry staff to a hotel. By her aesthetic standards, the place was luxurious, and combined with the evening twilight, it created a scene that made her feel at peace, even though she was aware she was on a visit filled with risks and seriousness, where every decision had to be carefully considered. Fortunately, Russia did not exhibit an overly hostile attitude.

It seemed that the shock from Papaldia had made them more cautious with great powers. An economy in crisis, struggling to escape its current situation, would naturally be wary. Just the nations outside the civilized sphere alone had enough potential to become a good consumer market.

"Willer, have you found anything interesting around here?" she turned to Willer, who had returned after surveying the area.

"Russia is better than I expected; just the roads alone show the development of this country," Willer admitted, looking up at Seraphina.

"High Priestess," Willer added, his voice warm, "do you see anything special in Moscow?"

Seraphina turned back, her eyes curious. "Certainly. This city has a unique beauty, something ancient yet full of life. But I've heard the traffic here is terrible?"

Willer nodded, a smile briefly appearing. "Indeed, Moscow has an impressive public transportation system, but the congestion during rush hour is truly unpleasant. People often complain about commuting."

"But what about the subway system? I've read about it; it's quite an incredible project, perhaps the motherland could learn from it," Seraphina inquired, her eyes sparkling with interest. "I've heard it's like an underground art museum."

"That's right," Willer agreed, "it's called the Moscow Metro, not just a means of transportation but also a part of the city's culture. Each station has its own unique beauty, like a living work of art. However, it cannot be denied that there are still many issues to address."

Seraphina nodded. "I also noticed that the parks here seem fewer than what I've seen in Verdantia. It seems the green spaces in Moscow are shrinking?"

"Yes," Willer sighed. "The authorities have started developing some new parks, but it's still not enough to meet the residents' needs. Many areas are overly concreted, and people need more green spaces to relax and play. From this, we can see that Russia has some issues similar to Mu."

"Do you think Moscow is facing unsustainable development?" Seraphina asked, her expression serious. "With such a vast territory and a high level of development, yet the potential is so precarious, we will struggle to achieve any other economic goals."

"Yes," Willer replied. "While the city is developing rapidly, the imbalance in regional development can create significant problems. Some areas are advancing very quickly, while others are being neglected. This can lead to a large disparity in the quality of life."

Seraphina gazed out the window, lost in thought. "That's unfortunate. But perhaps that also creates an interesting perspective on urban life, doesn't it?"

"Absolutely," Willer agreed. "Moscow embodies a diverse picture, from the opulence of modern commercial areas to the narrow, peaceful streets. It's a life full of contradictions, but those very things create the city's allure."

"Do you feel proud of this city?" Seraphina asked, her eyes alight.

"Yes," Willer smiled. "Moscow has a strong vitality. It always moves forward, despite the challenges. I believe reforms will come, and this city will find a way to balance modern development with preserving cultural values."

"That's a positive outlook!" Seraphina said, her face brightening. "I want to create a piece of art that reflects the diversity and contradictions of this city."

"That's a wonderful idea," Willer replied, his eyes shining with encouragement. "I look forward to seeing it. Moscow deserves to be portrayed through many different lenses."

Seraphina nodded lightly; despite the many issues present, if managed well, its potential could be harnessed powerfully.

She rested her chin on her hand, pondering for a moment, then suddenly spoke. "You've had a long day exploring Moscow. Perhaps you've seen many interesting things."

Willer was sorting through his belongings when he heard her remark and replied, "Indeed, my lady."

"I want to hear your perspective on the potential this city can offer to Milishial," she said.

"First of all," Willer began, "Moscow is one of the largest economic centers in Russia. With a population, as I see it, very large, this city is not just a place of residence but also a massive consumer market. The living standards here are gradually improving, creating a strong demand for products and services."

"That means there are many growth opportunities for businesses," Seraphina nodded. "What specific sectors are thriving?"

"One promising sector is information technology and startups. Moscow is becoming a startup hub with a plethora of tech companies, reflecting the innovation and creativity of its people," Willer continued. "Moreover, the government is also encouraging investment in high technology, which we can achieve if handled skillfully."

"Sounds appealing," Seraphina remarked, "but are there challenges that investors should consider?"

Willer sighed, clearly aware of the obstacles. "Of course. Russia is facing some regulatory and business environment issues. However, recent reforms aimed at facilitating business have begun to take effect. The government's willingness to innovate is a positive sign."

Upon hearing this, Seraphina became curious. "Where do you get this information, Willer?"

"There are many ways to gather this basic information; there are many newsstands around the capital, and I spent some time there reading," he scratched his head. "But when I offered gold coins, they thought I was trying to deceive them and kicked me out."

"They use paper money, so it's understandable; the value of gold coins is very high, but if one knows how to forge them, the cost will plummet. Russia has a high quality of life, so education will also be compatible," she explained, teasingly looking at Willer. "Fortunately, not getting into trouble is good enough."

Willer sighed, clearly aware of the obstacles. "Of course. Russia is facing some regulatory and business environment issues. However, recent reforms aimed at facilitating business have begun to take effect. The government's willingness to innovate is a positive sign."

"So what makes you think Milishial should invest in Russia right now?" Seraphina asked, skepticism evident on her face.

"Besides technological development, we cannot overlook the rich natural resources that Russia possesses," Willer said, his voice full of confidence. "This country is one of the world's leading nations in oil and gas, which can help us address part of the energy shortage as fossil fuels become increasingly difficult to extract. In the old context, Russia is shifting towards renewable energy, and exploiting and developing green technology is a field full of potential."

"Does that mean we can participate in sustainable energy projects?" Seraphina asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Exactly," Willer replied. "Moscow is also undertaking many projects to improve green infrastructure and renewable energy. If Milishial invests in this area, it will not only generate profits but also contribute to the sustainable development of the city."

"That sounds truly interesting," Seraphina nodded, appearing convinced. "It seems there are many opportunities awaiting us here."

"Absolutely," Willer said, gently placing the clothing on the table. "Moscow is undergoing a strong transformation. Despite many challenges, significant opportunities are present. Investing in Russia is not just investing in a market; it's investing in a future where development and innovation are happening every day."

"Thank you, Willer. I have gained a clearer understanding of the potential Moscow offers. Let's discuss specific investment strategies together," Seraphina said, a confident smile on her face.

"It's my pleasure to assist you," Willer said before turning to leave the room. "I will go call for dinner service; in the meantime, you can take care of some personal matters."

She nodded. After Willer left the room, she approached and took her outfit. Then she stepped into the bathroom.

...

The next day.

Seraphina returned to the White House, but this time there was a change. In front was a long line of cars parked right outside, with many agents, and among them was Mishustin. He turned around upon seeing Seraphina arrive and announced.

"Ms. Blaze," he said. "I'm glad you've come."

"Mr. Mishustin, what's going on?"

"It's about yesterday," he explained. "The President wants to meet directly to officially establish diplomatic relations, as the situation is quite urgent and needs to be addressed today. So please bear with us for this inconvenience and come inside."

Though she still didn't fully understand, it seemed Russia had made a decision sooner than expected. She had no idea what had transpired overnight to lead to such a swift conclusion. As she got into the car, Mishustin informed her of what was happening and what she needed to do.

"Dear High Priestess, although I don't know if you are familiar with live broadcasts..." he began but was interrupted by her.

"Broadcasts?" she asked, a bit confused, but quickly realized. "You mean the television stations will be filming us?"

"So you have a concept of TV; that makes things easier," he coughed lightly. "Let me clarify, now both sides will officially sign, and you will represent Milishial. You will have a meeting with our President. The two sides will have a brief conversation to clarify each other's intentions and will sign the official document establishing diplomatic relations."

"That makes more sense," she affirmed. "So Russia has truly decided this?"

Mishustin nodded. "Indeed, we are placing our trust and final friendliness in Milishial; let's not have a repeat of Papaldia."

With that, the car began to roll, heading straight toward the Kremlin.

...

Inside the Russian national hall at the Kremlin, the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense. All the reporters, officials, and representatives from both sides focused their attention on the two main figures sitting opposite each other on a ceremoniously decorated stage. President Vladimir Putin and Seraphina, the diplomatic representative of the Holy Empire of Milishial, sat in two luxurious leather chairs, with an official document placed on a small table covered with a red velvet cloth before them.

The two leaders had met before, but this was the first time they appeared before the public for an important purpose: to sign the official agreement establishing diplomatic relations between Russia and the Holy Empire of Milishial. The ceremony was significant not only for the two nations but also marked a major turning point in the international diplomatic landscape of the otherworld, opening up many opportunities for strategic cooperation.

The flash of cameras went off continuously as reporters did not want to miss any moment. On the large screens hung around the meeting room, close-up images of the two main figures were broadcasted, creating a solemn atmosphere. Live on television, millions of citizens from both Russia and Milishial were watching this momentous discussion.

Putin, with a confident expression, picked up the microphone. He began with an introduction:

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we are witnessing a special event, a significant milestone in the history of our two nations. The establishment of diplomatic relations between the Russian Federation and the Holy Empire of Milishial is not only the first step on the path to cooperation but also a foundation for us to face the challenges and opportunities of the future together."

Seraphina gently nodded, offering a professional smile before taking her microphone. "We, from the Holy Empire of Milishial, are very pleased to see the efforts and determination of the Russian Federation in expanding international relations. Both of our nations possess outstanding potentials, and I firmly believe that through this cooperation, we will best harness those potentials."

Seraphina adjusted her posture, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she shifted to the core issue of the discussion: "Russia is a nation rich in resources and strategically located. We from Milishial have recognized that Russia's development is not only about economics or military strength but also about technological advancements, scientific talent, and profound cultural values."

Putin leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, nodding in agreement. "Exactly. And Milishial is equally impressive. The advanced magical technology system and the social stability of the Empire are things we highly value. Russia is ready to cooperate in fields such as scientific research, technology exchange, and infrastructure development. Sectors like energy, arms industry, and telecommunications could be the most promising areas of collaboration."

Seraphina smiled subtly at Putin's remarks, then gently replied, "We are very interested in collaborating in the energy sector. Russia's abundant resources could supplement the Holy Empire's large energy needs, especially the clean energy sources we are focusing on developing. Furthermore, we believe that the combination of magical technology and modern science could lead to unprecedented breakthroughs."

Reporters began to take notes more rapidly as the discussion shifted to specific proposals, with both sides emphasizing economic benefits and mutual development. Putin skillfully steered the dialogue in a new direction, mentioning Russia's desire to learn more from Milishial's education system and scientific research.

"We also look forward to exchanges in education and scientific research. Russia has leading research institutes in fields such as physics, chemistry, and technology. However, we also recognize that Milishial's magical technology has reached a very high level. The combination of modern science and magic could open new horizons in research and practical applications."

Seraphina listened attentively, also proposing to enhance academic exchanges and student exchanges, facilitating interaction and learning between scientists and students from both sides.

"We warmly welcome Russian scholars and students to study and research in Milishial. The combination of modern science and magic will undoubtedly lead to breakthroughs in many fields, and we hope that this will benefit both civilizations."

A brief moment of silence enveloped the room as both Putin and Seraphina paused to observe the audience's and reporters' reactions. Both understood that this was not merely a simple agreement but a symbol of cooperation between two civilizations with significant differences in technology, culture, and history. Yet, it was precisely those differences that created the allure and limitless potential for this relationship.

As both representatives prepared to sign the document before them, Putin extended his hand, a sign of decisiveness. "Then let this relationship officially begin."

Seraphina smiled, gently shaking hands with Putin before both placed their pens on the official document. The sound of cameras clicking filled the air, and the hall erupted with applause from officials and reporters.

In that celebratory atmosphere, a new milestone had been established—not just a diplomatic document but a shared commitment to cooperation, development, and prosperity between Russia and the Holy Empire of Milishial.

...

The diplomatic signing ceremony between Russia and the Holy Empire of Milishial concluded in a solemn atmosphere filled with expectations. A multitude of reporters from international media outlets reported on this event, not only due to the significance of establishing diplomatic relations but also because two completely different powers in terms of history, culture, and political standing had officially entered a phase of cooperation. President Vladimir Putin and Representative Seraphina of Milishial remained seated, continuing their light exchange after the signing.

The light from the spotlights illuminated the two leaders, making the atmosphere in the room feel warmer and more intimate after the tense moments. Reporters gradually left to give space for the post-signing discussion.

"Thank you, Seraphina. A significant day for both nations. What do you think about the next steps following this agreement?" Putin asked, slowly raising his glass of wine.

Seraphina gently set her glass down, her eyes shining with the calm yet sharp demeanor of an experienced diplomat. "President Putin, I believe this cooperation is a crucial milestone, especially in the context of this world. Russia has incredible development potential, and we see many opportunities... in economics, technology, and not to forget the defense sector. Milishial can provide what Russia needs, and in return, we hope that Russia will become a long-term strategic partner."

Putin nodded, his sharp eyes reflecting agreement but still caution. "Indeed, I also see tremendous potential for cooperation. But we all know that international relations are always complex, especially when there are other powers lurking. Entities like Papaldia, for instance. They always enjoy causing trouble."

Both chuckled lightly, the atmosphere relaxing after the pleasantries.

However, the mood suddenly shifted when an intelligence officer hurriedly entered the room. He quickly approached Putin, leaning in to whisper something in the president's ear, his face showing clear concern.

Putin immediately became serious, his eyes darkening as he listened to the news. "What? Papaldia has landed?" He sat up straight, his cold voice causing the atmosphere in the room to tense instantly.

Seraphina, though maintaining her calm exterior, could not hide her curiosity. "What has happened, President Putin?"

Putin turned to her, his gaze sharp, filled with indignation. "Papaldia has begun attacking Tajikistan. They have landed on the coast and are advancing deep into our territory. It seems they are looking to expand their territory right on our continent."

Seraphina frowned, her deep blue eyes flashing with surprise mixed with contemplation. "I didn't think Papaldia had the audacity to attack right after Russia and Milishial just signed a diplomatic agreement. They are playing a dangerous game."

Putin smirked bitterly, but that smile was filled with rage. "Papaldia has always enjoyed flaunting its strength, but this time they have crossed the line. Kyrgyzstan may be small, but it is a sovereign nation, and they are part of Russia's sphere of influence."

"Unfortunately, Papaldia is not one to easily back down just because we oppose them. They seem to want to challenge not only Russia but anyone who stands in their way," Seraphina said, her voice calm yet somewhat icy. "However, Milishial has no connection to these actions. We have no support or agreement with Papaldia in this matter."

Putin scrutinized her for a few seconds, as if evaluating her words. Then he nodded slightly, his tone becoming more conciliatory. "I understand. I believe Milishial does not wish to be embroiled in unnecessary conflicts, especially with a new partner like us."

Seraphina smiled lightly, but her gaze remained sharp as a blade. "Exactly. We are not seeking conflicts like Papaldia. Their actions do not represent the interests or will of the Holy Empire. However, we will closely monitor this situation. I believe that both Milishial and Russia share a common goal: to maintain stability and peace in the region."

Putin stood up, his expression shifting from anger to a strong determination. "We will not stand idly by. Papaldia will pay for their actions."

The door to the room swung open again, and the intelligence officer entered with updates. "Mr. President, we are mobilizing troops to protect Kyrgyzstan. Rapid response units are ready."

"Very good. Ensure that we maintain our defensive line, and if necessary, initiate a counterattack," Putin commanded, his voice authoritative.

Seraphina stood up, stepping closer to Putin. "The Holy Empire of Milishial will not intervene unless Russia requests it. We respect the sovereignty of nations, but if there is anything you need from us, you only need to ask."

Putin looked at her, a glimmer of trust appearing in his eyes. "Thank you, Seraphina. I hope it won't come to that, but I will remember your words."

Seraphina bowed slightly before exiting the room with her entourage. As the door closed behind her, Putin remained standing, his sharp eyes contemplating the tense situation his country faced.

The shadow of Papaldia loomed over the region, but with the support of allies and their own determination, Russia would not be easily subdued.