As the city of Finklan came into view, Erwin couldn't help but be impressed by its majesty. It was truly a glorious city to behold, but then again, any city that had managed to stand the test of time for several centuries had to be special in its own way. To the north of the city was a cluster of mountain ranges, while bodies of water flowed along the terrain to the city's west. There were mountains and rivers that made it difficult for enemy armies to invade the city, but also flatlands and the same aforementioned bodies of water that made for convenient transport. One truly had to commend the intelligence of the first emperor for choosing such an ideal site upon which to build his capital city.

Aside from his amazement at how grand and majestic the city was, there were also emotions of hope and anxiety swirling around within his heart. From Sarus to Finklan, he was once again at the center of power, but on a different continent on this occasion, so he was naturally feeling quite anxious. He didn't know if what was going to happen during the imperial conference would take away everything that he had worked so hard to create. As for hope and anticipation, those were feelings that would naturally arise within someone as ambitious as Erwin when approaching a central hub of power...