Without any announcement or diplomatic notice, the Emperor of Rome's palace appeared without warning in the skies above the Russian Federation, directly over a military airfield.
At any other time, it would have been a terrifying sight tantamount to a declaration of war.
Yet after a brief uproar and confusion, everything swiftly returned to order. As though they had seen nothing at all, a resolution from the Patriarchs was sent down to the Urals.
It was only an annoying neighbor dropping by. No need to make a fuss.
Everything continued as usual.
Before long, the two guards who had received permission to disembark entered their lounge, carrying the fasces that represented authority, clad in golden armor, heads held high.
After glancing around, they ignored Anna behind Huai Shi, whose eyes were gleaming with anticipation, and stopped before them. "Mr. Russell, His Majesty summons you!"
"His Majesty?" Huai Shi blanked out. "Which His Majesty?"
"Watch your words, Mr. Huai Shi."
The guard's expression stiffened as he declared proudly, "Rome has only one noble His Majesty, and the people have only one supreme Emperor!"
Huai Shi's vision went dark.
The current Emperor of Rome, the sixth "Titus" in history, was in the Sky Garden and wanted to receive Russell?
No, you were an emperor, the ruler of Rome, and you came all the way to the Russian Federation just to keep hopping back and forth over this?
What were you after?
"Being an emperor can be terrifying when one gets childish."
Russell shook his head with a self-mocking smile. "I had planned to flip a coin, but it seems His Majesty probably wouldn't allow an image equal to his own to appear on a coin, would he?"
Before he could flip the coin, it had already yielded a result in accordance with