"He seems to have something to say." Surya patted Laine's hand: "Laine, go quickly."
"I understand." Laine stood up and walked to Anton's side: "So... has the Empire made preparations?"
"The cause of the matter was a month ago." Anton looked at the heavy snow outside: "The long-term friction has made the border residents suffer terribly, so we proposed negotiations. The Duke of Paragon agreed, and he brought his wife to Brunswick for negotiations. At that time, His Majesty the Emperor was busy with internal affairs, so the Toscan Prince-Elector 'Fierce Sun Lion' Umberto Corleone stepped forward to negotiate with Mr. Casvan."
Upon hearing that Casvan brought his wife, both Laine and Surya's expressions turned sour.
This is going bad!
