Strictly speaking, Gefra's prime minister was not enough to represent Your Majesty the Emperor at such a diplomatic occasion.
But who could blame them? The current Gefra Emperor was nothing more than a... mascot. Some things really were that strange.
The prime minister had been a mascot for nearly his entire life. Then, in his old age, he had suddenly risen to power, while the royal family had taken over the role of mascot—and might remain in that role forever.
Neither the ministers nor the Imperial Nobles were likely to allow the royal family to rise again. The previous emperor's actions and ideas had been far too insane, frightening quite a few nobles.
The nobles would never allow another interest group capable of threatening their power and status to emerge, even if that interest group was the royal family.
That was why the current prime minister was Gefra's "number one figure" in the strictest sense, making his attendance at such an occasion perfectly appropriate.
The bus took the group directly to the Bu Peien Grand Hotel. There were other welcoming ceremonies here, but Mr. Truman and the other government officials would not participate directly.
Tomorrow, they would conduct their diplomatic activities at formal venues such as the Presidential Palace and the International Affairs Department.
Sitting in the car and recalling everything that had happened that day, the Former Prime Minister quietly sighed.
Given the security concerns on the way there, they had deployed a fleet to escort the prime minister and his party.
But as they approached Federal Waters, the Federal Navy had firmly demanded that it take over the escort mission and had refused to allow Gefra's fleet to enter Federal Waters.
They had only allowed Gefra to send no more than three warships to follow them.
The navy's