"Your Highness, the East African Army has now been fully integrated. I think we should swallow up the south next year."
Felix set his teacup down in the middle of the map, at the northern reaches of the upper Zambezi River.
"There is no rush for that. There are only a few months left this year. I think we should first reach an agreement with Msiri and have him cede the land east of the Lualaba River. That way, East Africa will completely control all territory east of the upper Congo River. As for the south, we will have to wait until at least next year," Svit proposed.
Prince Constantin seemed not to have heard their conversation. He bent over the map and studied it closely, his brows suddenly knitting together.
He pressed his thumb against the spot marked Kingdom of Malawi on the map and said, "Why haven't we taken this Kingdom of Malawi? It is wedged between the Upper Lake Malawi Region and East Katanga District, and it is quite a large piece of land. It is practically like Prussia before the Prussian-Austrian War, when its eastern and western territories were cut apart by those small states."
Since arriving in East Africa, Prince Constantin's horizons had broadened as well. The states of North Germany that once seemed significant had now become small countries in his eyes. Anything with less than a hundred thousand square kilometers of land was beneath Prince Constantin's notice.
"Your Highness, the prince specifically instructed us not to act rashly against the Kingdom of Malawi. Look, Portuguese Mozambique lies to its southeast, so its role is that of a buffer zone."
"That is letting those natives off far too cheaply. This country does not look small on the map either. I think we can still