Roman Centurion in Overlord

The gates of Re-Roble creaked open, revealing a bustling port city bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. The streets were alive with activity—merchants hawking their wares, children darting between carts, and the occasional patrol of city guards maintaining order. The scent of salt from the nearby sea mingled with the aroma of baked bread and roasted meats, a testament to the city's vibrant trade.

Quintus Servilius Metellus adjusted his robes, his keen eyes taking in the sights as the caravan moved through the cobblestone streets. Flanking him, Captain Aldred walked steadily, his armor clinking faintly with each step.

"Captain Aldred," Quintus began, his tone measured and diplomatic. "Might I ask the name of this city and where we are being escorted?"

Aldred glanced at him briefly before replying. "This is Re-Roble, a port city vital to the kingdom's trade. You're fortunate to have arrived here; had you ventured deeper inland unannounced, your reception might not have been as... civil."

Quintus nodded, his expression thoughtful. "And where are we headed now?"

"To the mayor's residence," Aldred answered. "Mayor Castor will assess your intentions and send word to the capital about your arrival. It will take three days for the message to reach the capital and another three to receive a response. Until then, you and your retinue will remain here, under our watch."

"That is understandable," Quintus replied smoothly. "We are guests in your land and will abide by your customs."

The caravan followed Aldred through the winding streets, eventually arriving at a grand but modestly adorned residence near the city's central square. Guards stood at attention outside the building, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords. As the group dismounted, Aldred gestured for Quintus and a few others to follow him inside.

The interior of the mayor's residence was warm and inviting, with tapestries depicting seafaring scenes adorning the walls. Quintus noted the subtle but intentional display of wealth and power—a reminder that Re-Roble was no mere backwater. They were led into a spacious hall where Mayor Castor awaited, seated behind a polished wooden desk.

Castor was a stout man with a graying beard and sharp eyes that missed little. He rose as the group entered, his gaze fixed on Quintus.

"Captain Aldred," Castor said, his voice steady, "I see you've brought unexpected guests."

Aldred saluted. "Yes, Mayor. This is Quintus Servilius Metellus, an envoy from a foreign land. He seeks an audience with the capital to discuss matters of diplomacy and trade."

Castor's eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded Quintus. "A foreign envoy, you say? From where, exactly?"

Quintus stepped forward with a graceful bow. "Honorable Mayor Castor, I hail from Roma, an independent territory across the seas. We come in peace, bearing gifts and seeking mutual understanding and cooperation."

Castor stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Roma... an unfamiliar name, but these are unfamiliar times. Very well. Captain Aldred, ensure their caravan is secured and their accommodations arranged. I will dispatch a courier to the capital at once."

He turned back to Quintus. "Envoy Quintus, you and your people will remain here as my guests while we await the response from the capital. I trust you will conduct yourselves with respect and discretion during your stay."

Quintus inclined his head. "You have my word, Mayor Castor. We are grateful for your hospitality and will not overstep our bounds."

The caravan was escorted to a well-guarded inn near the city's edge. Its sturdy structure overlooks the bustling docks. The soldiers of the contubernium ensured the supplies were stored securely, while Quintus took a moment to observe the city's rhythm from the balcony of his room.

Kaeso joined him, his gaze scanning the harbor below. "A favorable first step, Dominus. The mayor seems cautious but not hostile."

"Indeed," Quintus replied, his tone contemplative. "But caution can be both an ally and a hindrance. For now, we must wait and observe. Use this time to learn about this city and its people. Knowledge is as valuable as any gift we bring."

Kaeso nodded and departed to relay the orders to his men.

As the moon rose over Re-Roble, Quintus allowed himself a rare moment of reflection. The journey ahead would be long and fraught with challenges, but the foundations had been laid. Now, it was a matter of patience and careful maneuvering.

The next morning, Quintus Servilius Metellus and Decanus Kaeso stood at the inn's entrance, observing the lively city streets. "We must use this time wisely," Quintus remarked, his sharp eyes scanning the bustling crowds. "Learning about this city and its people may provide leverage in future negotiations."

Kaeso nodded. "I'll have half the contubernium remain to guard our supplies and lodgings while the rest accompany us."

Quintus agreed, and soon, the diplomat, Kaeso, and a group of soldiers ventured into the heart of Re-Roble.

Their first stop was the sprawling market near the docks. Merchants called out to passersby, their stalls laden with everything from fresh seafood to finely woven textiles. Quintus took note of the goods on display, particularly the rare spices and exotic fabrics.

"This city thrives on trade," he mused aloud. "Their reliance on the sea is evident, but so too is their connection to inland territories, judging by these wares."

Kaeso gestured to a stall displaying finely crafted weapons. "These blades—solid craftsmanship. Not as refined as our own, but effective nonetheless. A testament to their martial preparedness."

A merchant approached, eager to sell, but Quintus deflected with polite inquiries about the city. From the merchant, they learned that Re-Roble served as a vital link between the kingdom's capital and its coastal territories, with goods flowing in both directions.

At the docks, the group observed ships of varying sizes, their sails fluttering in the sea breeze. Quintus noted the diversity of vessels—some clearly built for trade, others for war.

"An impressive fleet," Kaeso observed. "Though not large, it appears well-maintained."

Quintus nodded. "A strong navy is essential for a port city. We may find their leaders value maritime expertise."

They spoke briefly with a dockmaster, who mentioned the city's dependence on trade with neighboring regions. "We thrive on cooperation," the man said. "Without it, these docks would be empty, and our city would wither."

In the afternoon, Quintus and Kaeso visited a local tavern. The atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter, the clinking of mugs, and the strumming of a lute. Quintus listened carefully to the chatter, picking up bits of information about the kingdom's politics and rumors of tension with neighboring lands.

"Many here fear the growing influence of the Baharuth Empire," Kaeso noted quietly.

"An important insight," Quintus replied. "It suggests the Re-Estize Kingdom may be open to alliances, provided we position ourselves as valuable partners."

That evening, back in their lodgings, Quintus gathered Kaeso and the soldiers to discuss their findings.

"This city's strength lies in its trade and maritime capabilities," Quintus began. "They rely heavily on cooperation, which could work to our advantage. However, they are also wary of external threats, particularly the Baharuth Empire. This wariness may make them cautious about us."

Kaeso leaned forward. "The people seem loyal to their kingdom, but their dependence on trade also makes them pragmatic. If we present ourselves as allies who can bolster their economy, they may be more receptive."

Quintus nodded. "Exactly. Our gifts and the potential for trade will be our primary tools. For now, we maintain decorum and observe. When we meet their leaders, we must be prepared to adapt."

The soldiers murmured their agreement, and the group retired for the night, ready to continue their mission.

Six days later, a messenger arrived at the mayor's residence, bearing a sealed letter from the capital. Mayor Castor summoned Quintus and Kaeso to his office immediately.

"The capital has responded," Castor announced, unsealing the letter. He read aloud:

" To the Esteemed Envoy of Roma,

I have received word of your arrival in the city of Re-Roble. I hereby extend a formal invitation for you to meet with my court representatives in the capital. A royal escort will be dispatched to ensure your safe journey. Your mission of diplomacy is of great importance, and you shall be received with the honor and respect it rightfully deserves.

By My Hand, King Ramposa III (What is the full name again of the king of re estate kingdom?)

Quintus inclined his head. "We are honored by the invitation. When shall we depart?"

"Tomorrow morning," Castor replied. "You will be accompanied by a detachment of city guards who will guide you to the capital. It is a three-day journey, so prepare accordingly."

Quintus and Kaeso thanked the mayor and returned to the inn to relay the news to their men.

The caravan was once again inspected and prepared, with the soldiers ensuring that the gifts and supplies were secured. Quintus took a moment to pen notes on their observations in Re-Roble, knowing they might prove useful in future discussions.

As dawn broke, the caravan set out under the watchful eyes of their new escorts. The road to the capital stretched before them, promising new challenges and opportunities. Quintus felt a surge of determination. The true test of their mission was about to begin.

As the caravan passed through the palace gates, they were greeted by a steward in fine robes, flanked by two guards in polished armor. The steward, a middle-aged man with a sharp gaze, stepped forward and bowed slightly.

"Welcome to the capital of the Re-Estize Kingdom, envoys of Roma. I am Steward Halric, tasked with ensuring your comfort during your stay. His Majesty is aware of your arrival and has granted you an audience for tomorrow morning."

Quintus Servilius Metellus dismounted gracefully and inclined his head in acknowledgment. "We are honored by your hospitality and look forward to presenting ourselves before His Majesty."

Halric gestured for them to follow. "Please, come this way. Accommodations have been arranged for you and your guards. You may use this time to rest, refresh yourselves, and prepare for the audience. Should you require anything, do not hesitate to inform me."

The envoy and their escort followed the steward through the palace grounds. The architecture was a blend of grandeur and practicality; towering spires and intricate carvings spoke of the kingdom's rich history, while the sturdy walls and watchful sentries were a reminder of its readiness for war.

Quintus and his retinue were led to a wing of the palace reserved for esteemed guests. Each room was modest yet comfortable, furnished with soft beds, writing desks, and basins of fresh water. A small antechamber served as a communal area where they could gather privately.

Halric addressed them one last time before leaving. "Dinner will be served in an hour. You may explore the guest quarters freely, but access to the rest of the palace is restricted. Guards will remain stationed nearby for your safety."

Once Halric departed, Quintus turned to Kaeso. "Ensure the men remain vigilant. While the hospitality of the Re-Estize Kingdom is appreciated, we must not let our guard down."

Kaeso nodded. "I'll have rotations established immediately. The men will be ready."

Quintus entered his room, setting aside his diplomatic robes. He washed away the grime of travel and changed into a simpler tunic. The soft linens and warm water were luxuries after days on the road, but his mind remained sharp, already anticipating tomorrow's meeting with the king.

After freshening up, Quintus and Kaeso reconvened in the antechamber. "Shall we explore the guest quarters?" Kaeso suggested. "It's best to familiarize ourselves with our surroundings."

Quintus agreed, and the two ventured into the hallways. They observed other guests from distant lands, some engaged in quiet conversations, others escorted by palace staff. Servants moved briskly, carrying trays of food and jugs of wine.

In the guest dining hall, a lavish spread awaited them—roasted meats, fresh bread, and an array of fruits and vegetables. Quintus approached the table cautiously, selecting a modest portion.

As they ate, they listened to murmurs from nearby guests, catching snippets of conversation about the kingdom's strained relations with neighboring territories and rumors of bandit raids in the countryside.

"Interesting," Quintus mused. "This kingdom seems plagued by external and internal challenges. Perhaps our arrival offers them a glimmer of opportunity—or suspicion."

Kaeso remained silent, his gaze scanning the room for any signs of threat.

As night fell, the retinue regrouped in the antechamber. Quintus called for a meeting to discuss their approach for the royal audience.

"Our mission is clear," he began, his tone steady. "We present ourselves as diplomats from a distant land, seeking mutual benefit. The gifts we bring will serve as proof of our intentions, but words must pave the way. I will emphasize the potential for trade and the strength of an alliance. However, we must reveal nothing of our true location or resources beyond what is necessary."

Kaeso added, "I'll ensure our men remain disciplined and unobtrusive during the audience. A strong yet respectful presence will reinforce our position."

Quintus nodded. "Good. Now, rest well. Tomorrow, we take the next step in establishing Roma's foothold in this land."

The group retired to their rooms, the weight of the day's events giving way to the quiet anticipation of what lay ahead.

At dawn, the palace was abuzz with activity. Servants arrived to assist the guests in preparing for their audience. Quintus donned his finest diplomatic attire—a robe of deep crimson trimmed with gold, a laurel wreath embroidered at the chest.

Kaeso and his men were similarly prepared, their armor polished and their weapons sheathed but ready. The envoy moved as one through the palace halls, their steps measured, their expressions calm yet determined.

When they reached the throne room, Halric awaited them. The massive double doors, engraved with scenes of the kingdom's history, stood closed but would soon open to the court within.

Halric turned to Quintus. "Are you prepared, envoy of Roma?"

Quintus met his gaze and nodded. "We are."

The steward signaled to the guards, and the doors began to creak open, revealing the grand throne room of the Re-Estize Kingdom.

The time had come to face the king.

The grand throne room of the Re-Estize Kingdom was a marvel of craftsmanship and splendor. High vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate carvings towered above, and tapestries depicting historical moments in the kingdom's history lined the walls. At the far end of the room sat King Ramposa III on his throne, his expression a mixture of regality and weariness, reflecting the burdens of rulership.

Quintus Servilius Metellus, flanked by Decanus Kaeso and their escorts, entered with measured steps. The diplomat's robes were freshly pressed, his demeanor calm and collected. Behind them, the royal guards stood watch, their armor gleaming in the golden light streaming through stained-glass windows.

Quintus stepped forward and bowed deeply. "Your Majesty, I am Quintus Servilius Metellus, an envoy from the independent land of Roma. I am honored to stand before you."

King Ramposa III inclined his head slightly, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Envoy of Roma, you have journeyed far to reach us. What brings you to my court?"

Quintus straightened and began with a practiced tone, his words laced with sincerity. "We come bearing goodwill and the hope of forging a mutually beneficial relationship. Our people wish to establish trade with your kingdom, exchanging goods, knowledge, and resources. As a gesture of our intent, we have brought gifts: food, refined ores, and crafted tools."

He gestured to a servant, who brought forward a chest filled with gleaming silver ingots and another laden with preserved delicacies unique to their homeland.

The king's eyes flicked to Marquis Raeven, one of his most trusted advisors, standing at his right. The marquis stepped forward, studying the gifts with a practiced eye before giving a small nod of approval.

"Your offerings are generous," the king said. "But trade is not a matter to be decided lightly. What assurances can you provide that your intentions are genuine and that your land seeks no harm to my kingdom?"

Quintus bowed again, his voice firm. "Your Majesty, Roma is a land focused on prosperity through cooperation, not conquest. Our people thrive on the exchange of culture and commerce. We understand trust must be earned, and we are prepared to demonstrate our integrity in whatever manner you see fit."

The king seemed to ponder his words, then glanced at the second prince, Zanac Valleon Igana Ryle Vaiself, who stood nearby. The prince, known for his pragmatic approach, stepped forward. "Your words are well-spoken, Envoy Quintus. However, trust is built not only on promises but also on understanding. Tell me, what does Roma seek from the Re-Estize Kingdom in return?"

Quintus met Zanac's gaze confidently. "Your Highness, Roma seeks trade in agricultural products, magical reagents, and knowledge of local customs and practices. In return, we offer refined metals, crafted goods, and, where appropriate, expertise in engineering and construction."

There was a murmur among the gathered nobles, some intrigued, others skeptical.

Before the discussion could continue, a voice cut through the room. "Your Majesty, may I speak?"

The court turned to see Gazef Stronoff, the Warrior Captain, stepping forward. His rugged appearance and commanding presence exuded both strength and loyalty.

King Ramposa III nodded. "Speak, Gazef."

The captain turned to the envoy. "Your guards performed admirably against a horde of goblins and an ogre on their journey here. Their skill is undeniable. I would propose a demonstration of their abilities to further gauge the sincerity of your claims. Let us see if Roma's strength matches its words."

(I know gazef is out of character just imagine before meeting the diplomat the king ordered gazef to say that to know how strong they were)

Quintus glanced at Kaeso, who nodded slightly. The decanus, ever composed, stepped forward. "Captain Gazef, we are honored by your suggestion. A demonstration of skill is a fair request, and we shall gladly oblige."

The king raised his hand, silencing the murmurs of the court. "Very well. Tomorrow, we shall witness this demonstration. Until then, you are our guests. Rest and prepare yourselves."

Quintus bowed deeply. "We thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty. We hope that tomorrow's demonstration will solidify the foundations of our alliance."

As they were escorted from the throne room, Quintus couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and anticipation. The first steps of negotiation had gone well, but much remained to be done.

The following morning, the grand training grounds of the Re-Estize Kingdom were abuzz with activity. Nobles, soldiers, and commoners alike gathered to witness the demonstration. At the center of the field stood Quintus's contingent, their discipline and composure drawing murmurs of admiration from the onlookers.

On the opposite side of the field, the kingdom's royal knights prepared themselves. Gazef Stronoff stood at their forefront, his expression calm yet focused. He had handpicked the knights for this event, ensuring they were among the best the kingdom had to offer.

King Ramposa III, along with key nobles and members of the royal family, observed from a raised platform. Blue Rose, the kingdom's elite adventurer team, was also present, their curiosity piqued by the arrival of these foreign warriors.

Quintus addressed his soldiers briefly. "This demonstration is not just a display of strength but of honor. Remember, we represent Roma. Show them our discipline and skill."

Kaeso stepped forward, his presence commanding. "Men, stay sharp. Defend as we've trained, and do not falter."

The demonstration began with the royal knights advancing in a coordinated attack. Decanus Kaeso barked orders, and his men moved as one, forming a tight defensive line. The clash of steel echoed across the field as the knights tested the strength of the Romani warriors.

The knights charged in pairs, their attacks precise and relentless. Yet, the Romani soldiers held their ground, countering with calculated precision. One by one, the kingdom's knights were disarmed or incapacitated, their skill unable to overcome the cohesion and strategy of the foreign contingent.

As the last knight fell, Gazef stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "You fight well. But let us see how you fare against me."

The crowd fell silent as Gazef drew his blade, the air around him crackling with energy. The seasoned warrior activated a series of {Martial Arts}, a native technique to the world of the Re-Estize Kingdom. His movements became faster and sharper, his strikes imbued with unnatural force.

Kaeso's eyes narrowed as he blocked an initial flurry of blows. The strange energy emanating from Gazef's attacks caught him off guard, forcing him to adjust his strategy. The two clashed fiercely, their skills evenly matched. Kaeso's men formed a protective circle around him, occasionally stepping in to divert Gazef's focus.

Gazef's strikes grew more intense, but the Romani soldiers' coordination overwhelmed him. They worked in perfect unison, exploiting openings and forcing him to retreat. Eventually, Gazef dropped to one knee, his breath heavy. Though his skill was undeniable, he was no match for the sheer discipline and numbers of the Romani contingent.

The crowd erupted in murmurs of awe and approval. Even the nobles couldn't hide their admiration for the foreign warriors.

Gazef stood and saluted Kaeso. "Your strength and discipline are extraordinary. I concede this match."

Kaeso nodded respectfully. "You are a formidable warrior, Captain Gazef. It was an honor to face you."

King Ramposa III rose from his seat, his expression one of approval. "Envoy Quintus, your men have proven themselves beyond doubt. Let this demonstration mark the beginning of trust between our nations."

Quintus bowed deeply. "Your Majesty, we are honored by your words. Let us continue to work towards a prosperous alliance."

As the crowd dispersed, Quintus and his contingent returned to their quarters, their spirits high. The day had been a resounding success, cementing their reputation in the eyes of the kingdom.

Over a modest feast that evening, Quintus addressed his men. "Today, we've taken a significant step forward. The respect we've earned here will pave the way for fruitful negotiations. Rest well, for tomorrow, our true work begins."

Kaeso raised his cup. "To Roma and the bonds we forge here."

The soldiers echoed the sentiment, their voices filled with pride. They had come to a foreign land as strangers, but they were beginning to carve out a place for themselves in its history.

(I'll re write this chapter)