July 23rd, 1942...

Richelieu had become the full Frown Empress of the Iris Libre, Despite the entire mainland, France, or Iris Orthodoxy becoming completely broken up into two. The Vichya Dominion or Occupied France, and Iris Libre, the Free France.

Richelieu would stay in her port city palace in South France, Near Toulon. You were a assassin by Jean Bart, or Richelieu's own sister to assassinate Richelieu. So you embark, riding a small destroyer, or the La Terrible to Toulon from Normandy...

You arrive in Toulon and find yourself in the middle of town, you decide to go for a cup of coffee... Suddenly the horn rings and its Empress Richelieu in her carriage, you see her and suddenly you pull out your gun and fire. The bullet ricochets off her skin, she is a shipgirl after all. Half Human, Half Ship. She stops and points her staff to you.

Richelieu - "Seize him."

You suddenly get arrested and then dragged with chains in a coffle as with other assassins that tried behind the carriage. You were brought to the palace. It was huge.... A nice warmth to it as well.

But Richelieu was here to decide your fate, the first few assassins were hanged, others were shot or forced to be tortured for life. When you enter the room, the guards force you to kneel and kiss her boots.

Richelieu - "You tried to assassinate me today. Isn't that right? Well, since your the youngest one... I'll give you a choice. You can be executed by hanging privately, or you can be used as my new chef. I've been looking for a new chef since I hanged my last one."

Richelieu said, nonchalantly. She pointed her french flag staff to the noose, where the bodies were being burnt into meat for Richelieu to eat, or to the kitchen you served as a slave until fhe war was over.

Richelieu - "Once your my chef slave, I won't hurt you too much, as long as you obey of course, and if you try to poison me... I wondsr how your pretty head would look on a stake right outside on my battleship?"

You were cornered, death, or infinite servitude....

Richelieu herself was harsh and cruel, if you messed up a dish, you knew you'd end up being hanged and turned into a decoration.

Richelieu - "What's your choice, darling? I don't have all day. If you let me choose, I'd hang you any day."