Reincarnated with the Country System

Taku King's residence

The Taku King, clad in a feathered headdress that seemed to dwarf even Takoda's imposing frame, sat upon a throne formed from the gnarled roots of an ancient tree. Vines, thick as pythons, snaked across the walls, pulsing with an eerie, internal light. The King himself radiated a palpable aura of power, his gaze sharp and unwavering.

"My King," Takoda boomed, "I brought the strangers from the sky. They speak of peaceful intentions and seek your audience."

The King's eyes, dark and unreadable, settled upon Rachel and her companions. It was as if he were weighing their very souls, judging their worth with a single glance.

"They tread upon the sacred ground with their metal beast," the King's voice, when he finally spoke, was a low rumble, resonating with the thrumming energy that seemed to permeate the very air. "What brings them to the heart of the Taku?"

Rachel took a step forward, careful to maintain a respectful distance. "Great King," she began, her voice clear and steady despite the tremor in her chest, "We come in peace."

The King, his expression unchanging, made a subtle gesture. One of the vines snaking across the wall uncoiled, its tip transforming into a grotesque, fanged maw. Rachel stifled a gasp as the vine darted forward, snatching the rifle from the captain's grip before he could even react. The King examined the weapon, turning it over in his hands as if it were a curious insect.

"Peace," the King echoed, his tone laced with a chilling amusement. "Is this the peace you bring? These tools of death and destruction?"

Rachel stood her ground, meeting the King's gaze directly. "This," she said, gesturing towards the now-silent rifle, "is merely a tool, one that can be used for protection or for harm. We choose to use it only when necessary, to defend ourselves and those we are sworn to protect."

"And what," the King countered, leaning forward, his headdress casting him in shadow, "brings those who wield such tools to the heart of my domain? Do you seek to protect us? Or something else?"

The atmosphere in the chamber crackled with tension. Rachel knew that the wrong word, the slightest misstep, could have disastrous consequences.

"We want friendships, Great King. Knowledge of your people, your customs, your wisdom. We believe that by learning from each other, our peoples can forge a bond of understanding and mutual benefit."

The King echoed, his voice a low rumble "You misunderstand. We are not in the way you might believe."

But before he could continue, Rachel interrupted him. "Your Majesty, I have brought a gift—a token of goodwill."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The King raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet cautious. "A gift? What do you offer that could appease the hunger of a king?"

Rachel reached into her bag, her fingers brushing against the carefully prepared meal she had brought. It was a famous dish from her homeland, made with spices and flavours that she hoped would resonate with the Taku people. She had spent hours preparing it, knowing that food could bridge gaps where words often failed.

She did a lot of preparation and research for the success of this mission. She also travelled to the newly created Tribal City within the empire to study the tribes better, understanding their customs and traditions. In addition, they gathered a lot of information about these people from the tribes living in the Bernard Empire. Originally, the tribes living in the Bernard Empire were part of this Taku population in the past. However, for some reason, they left Taku Island and moved to Alberto Island. They also learned that Taku Island had a mysterious power that caused the people living on this island to grow much taller than normal. Since the people living in the Bernard Empire had left the island long ago, their next generation who were born on Alberto Island did not have an abnormal increase in height and strength. Their size was the same as that of ordinary people. On the other hand, the average height of a Taku man was 8-10 feet. Even the Taku had people whose height was like a giant, like the Taku king. The empire's aircraft flew over the entire Taku Island. They mapped almost every place on the entire island. They identified almost every city and location of the Taku. But even then, there were many things that they could not determine even through planes and satellites. For example, where was the source of the mysterious power of this Taku Island. Also, some areas of this forest were covered in a lot of fog, so they had no idea what was in those places. But even then, they prepared for this mission by gathering as much information as they could. But they still have enough information.

"I offer you this," she said, pulling out a beautifully crafted bowl filled with a fragrant stew, its steam curling into the air. "It is a symbol of our intentions to share and learn from one another."

The King's eyes narrowed, a flicker of curiosity igniting within them. "You wish to feed me? Do you not know the stories of my people? We are not so easily swayed by mere food."

Rachel felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, but she pressed on. "I know, Your Majesty. I do not wish to insult you or your people. I want to build a friendly relationship."

The King leaned forward, his interest piqued. "And what if I were to refuse your offering? What then?"

Rachel took a deep breath, her mind racing. "Then I would ask that you consider our words and the intentions behind them. We mean no harm, and we wish to learn from you."

The King's gaze lingered on the bowl, his eyes seeming to savour the aroma of the stew. For a moment, Rachel thought she saw a glimmer of curiosity, a spark of interest that might just ignite a flame of understanding.

But then, his expression changed. His eyes seemed to cloud over, and his voice took on a darker tone. "I am the king, and I will not be swayed by the offerings of outsiders. But I will eat your food, not because I am hungry, but because I am curious."

Rachel was happy to hear this.

"I understand, Your Majesty," she said, her voice steady. "I will serve you the food, and I hope that it will bring us closer together."

The King nodded, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "I will eat your food, and I will judge you by your actions. If you are true to your words, then perhaps we can forge a new path together. But if you are not, then you will become part of our feast, and your flesh will be consumed by our people."

Rachel's heart sank, as she realized the true nature of the King's intentions. She knew very well how dangerous these people could be

The King's words sent a chill down Rachel's spine, but she stood firm. She knew that she had to be brave, not just for herself, but for the sake of her mission.

{I must ensure the success of this mission at all costs. I cannot disappoint His Majesty in any way. I am lucky to have been selected for such an important mission. This opportunity is a special honor for me, which has provided me with a platform to showcase my skills and talents. And if I can succeed in this mission, I will also receive praise from Emperor Alberto, which will be the greatest achievement of my life.}

She took a deep breath and began to serve the King the food, her hands moving with a steady precision.