A year had passed since Emperor Rael's return.
East Panama finally got over the event despite its magnitude.
Or, at least, the people did.
The ruling class of East Panama watched with bated breaths and wary eyes as Emperor Rael's activity did not appear to cease or reduce whatsoever.
A conference here, a meeting there, immense activity in the foreign affairs department. Nation after nation, he held long private talks with not only nations and states in the immediate domain of influence of the Kandrian Empire, but also with all sixteen Sage-level nations.
It was a scary amount of activity.
At the same time, they could not help but grudgingly marvel at how immensely effective he was as a statesman.
