"Crown Haleem"
"Prince Menia, on behalf of the Federation, I express our deepest concern and regards to you and the Empire... We have brought a large amount of support materials and food this time, hoping to offer some aid to the Empire."
"Thank you, Envoy Treena."
"..."
After exchanging official pleasantries, two graceful and uniquely charming women, surrounded by high-ranking officials, arrived at the camp's meeting room.
"By the way, I haven't seen Lord Steel Throne."
Falling half a step behind Treena, Haleem glanced around and couldn't help but wonder.
"I just contacted Rein Throne, but he might have something rather important to handle, so he should be joining us later." Elder Ivan, also part of the welcoming party, helped clarify Haleem's concern.
"I see." Haleem nodded in understanding.
In the meeting room.
