"Issac, you have everything ready for my departure." Alfred turned to Issac, who sat in the council room.
"Yes. I have had Desmond send word of the regency. As of now, the nobles believe I am in charge." Happily nodding, the door opened, and Anton walked in, surprising everyone. Walking over to Alfred, he disregarded formalities and whispered in his ear.
"Excuse me, gentleman. Issac, take over for me." Getting out of his chair, Alfred followed Anton into the side room. "You hardly come to find me. What is it?"
"Chent. I'm ready to leave, but we need to talk before I do. Is there anything you need me to do during the war?"
"N..." Alfred stopped himself. Chent is an independent state. Doesn't it take orders from any one nation?" Alfred asked, and Anton nodded in confusion.
"You know this, Your Majesty. Why else send me."
