Friedrich had said nothing about the battle being located in the fae realm. Considering Niamh's noble background, however... there was a distinct possibility that she had never once left the fae realm in her long life, now that he thought about it. Well, there was a first time for everything. "I mean a real battle," he said, giving her a slight smile as he held her hands.
"Alright then..." he remarked. "Let's go see ourselves a battle." Calculating the exact location of the battlefield, he soon incanted in the Draconic language, "Sehlek, svih, karif mojka." At the conclusion of his incantation, he and Niamh were teleported far away from the fae realm, to a certain plain on the main continent. Formations of foot soldiers were aligned in rows by rank and file, wearing the uniform of the Imperial Army and carrying very unique looking tech weapons with swords fastened to them. Similar formations of cavalry held the flanks, while rows of larger tech weapons were aligned behind the infantry.
Upon his arrival, a high ranking military officer rapidly approached him on horseback. "Your Imperial Majesty," he said, "I was not expecting your arrival. Please forgive me... do we have new orders?"
"Nothing, general," said the Emperor. "I'm only here to show off to someone special to me. Carry on with the battle plan."
The general gave a salute and returned to his duties, while Friedrich directed his attention to the queen. "If you think this is impressive," he remarked, "You should look up." He pointed up into the sky, where several airships hovered, their broadsides lines with several decks of tech weapons similar to the field artillery located behind the infantry. "What do you think?" he asked her. "In my fifty years ruling over the Empire, I've accomplished an estimated two hundred fifty or so year improvement in weapons technology in preparation for this war."
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