In a separate room, Alexander was flexing his right hand he used to punch the Prime Minister of the Yamato Empire. It's been so long since he punched someone and so he had hurt his fist a bit.
Alexander was staring off into the window, watching as the snowflakes fell gently on the ground, dying the atmosphere and the ground white.
The sound of the door opening caused him to glance over his shoulder. It was Sergei.
"Your Majesty, if I may be candid, why did you punch the Prime Minister of the Yamato Empire? You know that you can get in trouble for it."
"Trouble? Me? Who will get me in trouble? The country whom we just defeated? I don't care, they can come at me if they like but they shall know that I will react accordingly," Alexander replied as he returned to look at the window and continued. "Let me ask you this question, Sergei. What if the man who gave the order to kill your family was standing in front of you, what would you do?"
