Emancipation Proclamation

"Be bolder?"

Giuliano's expression was somewhat strange. Twenty years ago, they had fought side by side as well.

He knew Jeanne and the others' strength inside and out.

Strong—certainly very strong.

But they were probably still no match for Texas after twenty years of development.

He said tactfully, "Madam, I truly don't want us to have to rely on your sacrificing yourself again in exchange for victory."

Jeanne could not help but laugh. "Don't worry. Though only half a year has passed, and logically our strength should not have changed much, don't forget that we are merely reclaiming the power we once had."

Her voice paused slightly before she continued, "In fact, before coming here, my lord discussed with me how Texas could defeat the strong with the weak."

"Mr. Giuliano, Louisiana is a fine place. Vast plains and dense river networks gave rise to a thriving plantation economy. Yet because the Thirteen Colonies had an extremely sparse population compared to their vast territory, they had no choice but to make extensive use of black slaves.

According to my lord, in Louisiana, people of African descent now outnumber the ruling white class and account for more than sixty percent of the population. Is that true?"

Giuliano's expression shifted slightly. He nodded. "That is indeed the case. Does Captain Lothar intend to make an issue of the black slaves? But if we do that, won't we offend the English too severely?"

The Thirteen Colonies now had virtually no industry to speak of, and black slaves made up nearly half the entire colonial population.

If they truly turned the Thirteen Colonies upside down, it would be no different from knocking the brightest jewel from Empress Victoria's crown, aside from India.

Jeanne sneered. "We have already offended them. The English have one trait: