In time, Dalmasca itself might be absorbed, vanishing in all but name.
The meeting was beginning to stall.
As the evening hour pressed on, they were about to bring the day's discussions to an end when word arrived that a new guest had come.
Everyone in the chamber turned in shock as the man strode in without hesitation.
It was none other than Gabrant de Beaumont, the Great General of Rosaria.
At the sudden appearance of the warrior famed for his bravery, Jircniv and the others of Dalmasca stiffened and rose to their feet in fear.
The man they held in chains, Dominic, was his own son.
Perhaps he had come enraged over how Dalmasca had treated him.
His sharp blue eyes swept over them with a glare so fierce that all turned pale.
Looking at the Rosaria delegation, who seemed just as shocked as the Dalmasca side, Jircniv trembled with dread.
It felt as if Rosaria might at last be about to declare war.
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