Building a Conglomerate in Another World-Chapter 288: Embers of a New Dawn

Caldwell continued, "Regardless of their position, the Chinese have effectively admitted defeat. Their armies are in disarray, their supplies exhausted, and public support is crumbling. If we apply pressure diplomatically, we can dictate the terms."

A Korean officer raised a hand. "And Seoul? Will the Japanese and Amerathian units remain?"

Caldwell looked around the room. "For now, yes. Until a formal treaty is signed and enforced. After that, we'll begin phased withdrawals."

General Okada gave a small bow. "We will leave it to your country's sovereign discretion, General Lee. Japan has no desire to stay longer than necessary."

Lee nodded with quiet gratitude.

Caldwell then opened a folder in front of him. "There's one more matter—the Korean Royal Family has requested that we host a public celebration and ceremony commemorating the victory and honoring our alliance."

"Tomorrow?" Lee asked, raising a brow.

Caldwell smiled slightly. "Yes. The people need to see us united—not just in war, but in peace."

Okada agreed. "A symbolic gesture. One that will echo through generations."

Caldwell stood. "Then let's give them something to remember."

November 6, 1898

Seoul — Gyeongbokgung Plaza

The streets of Seoul had not seen celebration in years.

Now, colorful banners of Amerathia, Korea, and Japan hung together above the plaza. Thousands gathered near Gyeongbokgung Palace. Children perched on rooftops, women in hanboks waved paper flags, and old men who had lived through other wars clutched each other's arms and wept.

It was not just a celebration of victory. It was relief. It was survival.

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Amerathian soldiers marched through the streets in ceremonial uniform. Their polished boots struck the ground in unison as they passed the crowd, faces proud, shoulders straight. Behind them came the Korean Royal Guard in gleaming armor, followed by the disciplined columns of Japanese infantry.

General Caldwell, General Lee, and General Okada rode side by side on horseback, the crowd erupting into applause as they approached the palace steps.

President Matthew Hesh had arrived earlier that morning via Amerathian warship and was now present on a raised platform alongside the Korean King and Japanese dignitaries. Dressed in a formal black coat, Matthew looked every bit the wartime president turned peacemaker. He stood to address the massive crowd.

"My friends, my allies, and my fellow guardians of peace," he began, his voice amplified by a brass megaphone, "we stand here not merely as soldiers of three nations—but as brothers in shared sacrifice."

Cheers roared through the plaza.

"We fought not for conquest, not for empire, but for freedom—for the right of every nation here to exist without fear. To choose its own future. To resist the tyranny of aggression."

The Korean King stood next, his words solemn yet grateful. "This alliance has preserved our nation. My people will never forget the blood shed to defend our lands. We will honor the lives lost by ensuring peace reigns once more."

Then came General Okada, who kept his speech short. "Let this victory remind the world: unity brings strength, and mutual respect brings peace."

The national anthems of all three countries played, and as the final notes echoed into the open sky, doves were released over the crowd. Thunderous applause followed, and Seoul erupted into celebration.

Vendors lined the streets, giving away rice cakes, tea, and sweet jellies. Children ran through the alleys with toy rifles carved from wood, pretending to be heroes. Soldiers laughed, danced, and embraced the locals, finally shedding the tension of constant war.

Captain Harris stood near the palace gates, his uniform dirtied, his cap tucked under one arm. A Korean girl handed him a flower. He blinked, surprised, then smiled and tucked it behind his ear. "Guess I'm not such a terrible guest after all."

Nearby, General Caldwell watched the crowd with quiet contentment. For all the planning, the losses, the impossible decisions—this moment, he felt, was the closest thing to justification.

He turned to Lee and Okada. "We still have work ahead. But today, let's let our people celebrate."

Lee clapped his shoulder. "You earned this."

Okada offered a rare smile. "We all did."

That night, fireworks lit the Seoul sky.

No orders. No battle cries. Just color and light.

It was the first night in months where no soldier slept with a rifle under their arm.

It was the beginning of something new.

And across the sea, in Amerathia, families wept with relief, reading headlines of peace.

And in China, emissaries prepared for peace negotiations they could no longer stall.

The war was ending.

The dawn had arrived.