Remory looked at the man whom had last spoke and nodded. "Granted."
"Thank you sire."
He looked around the room, and to the other man whom had spoken.
"As it stands concurrently, we are fractured like never before." He began solemly. "Already, we are beginning to see fractures in culture, dress style, and ways of speech among the youth. Commander Milano, I cannot state enough how appreciative myself and my ilk are of your intercession between the empire and us. That being said, I am wary of the long term consequences for further allowance towards merging landscapes. Can we still call ourselves sovereign if you control most of it?"
A few murmurs began from the nobles listening. It seemed that there was some accent between them. Milano listened to the man's words and groaned inwardly. He hated politics for this very reason. The man had twisted everything the battalion did while thanking him at the same time. "Slippery snake." He thought inwardly while looking to Remory.
