"Because Taffi," Caesar stood on his feet exasperated,
"I want to cut ties with the kingdom of Azeera, I no longer want your people in the kingdom, so the only amicable solution is to tell your people to leave or else…you are calling for what you might regret."
"You and I," Taffi cut him off with a frown,
"But fine, I will withdraw my people." Taffi said with a straight face leaving everyone in the room, including Caesar, astonished.
"I will send a decree as you leave right now, and within three days, every single Azeeran in Belta will be gone, is that in line with your plan for the kingdom?"
"Oh?" Caesar was astonished,
"I didn't think you'd come to your senses this quickly, I'm glad you changed your mind."
"Lord Caesar, I just hope that you do not regret what you have done, but you are happy now aren't you? You may take your leave." He ushered them with a hint of disdain.
