At nine o'clock on the morning of February 21, a sedan flying the American flag pulled up in front of the German Foreign Ministry building. The staff coming and going could not help but stop and stare at the car. Everyone who worked at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs knew that it belonged to the American Embassy.
The United States' seizure of the Azores, which the Empire had purchased from Portugal, was no longer a secret in Germany. The German government had informed the public of the matter at once, and the actions of the Americans had filled the entire German Empire with indignation.
The German Navy's complete annihilation of the American Navy's main force had likewise been reported, sending the people of the Empire into jubilant cheers.
When the Ministry of Foreign Affairs staff saw the American Ambassador's car arrive, smiles appeared on their faces. Those engaged in diplomatic work all knew that, after the Americans' navy had been defeated, they had come to sue for peace and end the war. This made the staff look upon the American Ambassador with even greater contempt, their faces brimming with pride.
The moment the American Ambassador to Germany, Davidson, stepped out of his car, he felt countless gazes fixed upon him. Of course, he understood the meaning contained in those looks. It was precisely because of this that he felt both ashamed and furious. As a diplomat, having a thick skin was an essential skill. Yet at this moment, Ambassador Davidson felt that even his thick skin was not enough to withstand those gazes.
Thus, Davidson hurried into the German Foreign Ministry building and headed straight for the office of German Foreign Minister Wachth. This was not his first visit here, so he knew the way like the back of his