At that moment, the Prime Minister, standing behind the door, looked at the tightly shut door and let out a deep sigh.
Aside from normal diplomatic matters, the more important purpose of this visit to the Federation was to take a look at it.
People around the world often compared Gefra and the Federation.
Why did people always like comparing the two? It was actually very simple: the Federation's first immigrants had come from Gefra!
Without even looking too far back, ten years ago, Gefra had been the oceanic hegemon. Any country with a coastline had seemed helpless before Gefra's giant cannons.
At that time, Gefra could be said to have been the core of the entire world. Even Peng Joe, whose army was exceptionally powerful, had become part of its ever-rising prestige.
Yet ten years later, Gefra's National Power and military potential had steadily declined, while the Federation, which had once barely registered on anyone's radar, had rapidly risen.
The Federation and its people had taken only ten years to accomplish everything that had taken Gefra decades or even centuries. They had already established themselves firmly.
People now called this the Age of the Bayer Federation. The entire world seemed to revolve around this country that had once barely registered on anyone's radar.
Naturally, a once-prosperous country heading toward decline and a once-dormant country that had grown increasingly powerful had become vivid contrasts!
At the very least, they also shared deep roots if one traced their histories back far enough.
Everyone said so, but Gefra's nobles could not accept it, and neither could the Prime Minister himself.
He did not believe the Federation had truly left Gefra so far behind. After all, just a few years ago, Gefra had seemed to be on the same level. There was no