The Retalians reacted quickly. At around ten in the morning, a delegation of roughly a hundred people entered the Bagnian camp.
At around two, the delegation left and returned to the Retalian Army camp. Half an hour later, another hundred-person delegation rode at full speed to the Bagnian camp and finalized the exchange of Saltpeter Fields technology for land.
The Retalians' delegations had traveled back and forth several times, from night into day. Their movements were conspicuous and entirely unconcealed, so the Minisians naturally noticed.
But what difference did knowing make?
The Retalians did not care in the slightest about the Minisians' feelings. When the latter sent envoys to ask what was happening, the former simply turned them away.
Unwilling to give up, the Minisians tried sending envoys to the Bagnians instead. Chris likewise ordered his men to ignore them, refusing to let them even through the camp gates.
Would you be interested in having a conversation with a chicken about to land on your dinner table?
What, you would?
You've got some seriously twisted tastes, brother.
Chris had no intention of talking to the Minisians. He did not care how they felt, nor did he care what they intended to do.
What did it mean to say that weak nations had no diplomacy?
It did not mean that a weak country would find diplomatic work difficult or suffer humiliation at the hands of other nations.
Its true meaning was far more ruthless... when your country became weak enough, your very existence was excluded from the realm of "diplomacy."
You were no longer a player, or even a piece on the board. You were merely the board itself-or worse, prey about to be devoured.
That was precisely the Minicia Kingdom's situation. It had lost its most crucial battle against the