Once the three-way conference was over, Fuhrer Bahasten privately met with someone. 

“I did as you said, but… is it really alright to do it like this?”

In front of Fuhrer Bahasten was a young man in his mid-to-late 20s who looked frail, but the sharpness of his eyes belayed his weak image. Hiding his vicious nature, the young man politely knelt in front of Fuhrer Bahasten. 

“It will be alright, Your Excellency. After all, our priority is to repair the damages done to our own country. It would be too much for us to handle if we tried to take a piece of the Strabus Kingdom. 

“That’s true… but what a pity. I can’t even have a taste before giving up the whole thing.”

While Fuhrer Bahasten may have said he had no regrets to the others, truthfully, he was regretting that he had to give the Strabus Kingdom. The young man spoke to the regretful Bahasten.

“The Strabus Kingdom cannot collapse right now, Sir.”

“Huh? Truly? Even though the Allied Forces of the Republics are overwhelmingly victorious in the current war?”

“Strabus Kingdom isn’t a country that would collapse just because they lost one battle, Sir. Not to mention, the other countries will soon send in support.”

“That is true. What you said makes sense.”

“Yes,...