"The three duchies could be neither too strong nor too weak."
"Three million square kilometers was the maximum territory His Majesty could possess in founding his nation. If we crossed that limit, the Qixing Army would make us spit it back out. Whether they turned to supporting the Kingdom of Skelly instead or reduced trade with us, both would be excellent ways to strike at us."
Leaning back in his chair, Falk raised his head and stared at the ceiling. With that jumble of knowledge, he felt as if he had glimpsed a sliver of the chessboard laid out by the supreme commander of the Qixing Army.
After sitting in silence for a long time, Falk tore up the letter he had written before, took out a fresh sheet of paper, and began writing down his conjectures.
To prevent leaks, he mostly cited folk tales from Parambria Kingdom in the letter to express his true intent.
On a floor tile outside the room, the shadow of the leaves shifted, then dimmed.
Late at night, in a manor north of Okla City, Kyle watched the Shadow Assassin appear before him, set down the pen in his hand, and waited for the other party's report.
"My lord, through the scattered information we have revealed over the years, Falk, the ambassador of Parambria Kingdom, has already analyzed the essence of the matter and is now reporting it to their king."
"He figured it out in half a day?" Kyle asked, surprise in his voice.
"Yes."
Hearing this, the Shadow Assassin lowered his head and replied.
"He's quite the talent."
Kyle nodded, then waved his hand, signaling for him to leave.
Seeing this, the Shadow Assassin bowed, then turned into a mass of black shadow, sank into the ground, and returned to the underground