Lyra had an interest in magic from a young age. She was born as a commoner but developed herself as a powerful S rank magician. she is the most powerful mage in the Britannia Kingdom as well as one of the most powerful mages in the Ostra continent.
Throughout her long life, Lyra faced countless challenges: battling terrifying sea monsters, clashing with powerful sorcerers. Still, none of these experiences could have prepared him for the overwhelming sensation he felt at this moment.
A wave of pressure washed over him as Alberto and his two subordinates entered the room. Lyra's unique ability, *Magic Eye* allows her to sense the flow of magical energy around her. The energy emanating from Alberto and Circe was a sheer level she had never encountered. It was a startling combination of surprise and terror, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within her.
Lyra's heart raced as she assessed the situation, her instincts on high alert. It was a different kind of conflict. She began to feel uneasy, realizing that she was not only facing powerful people, but forces that could potentially change the fate of her world.
Although she tries to remain as calm as possible.
Emperor Alberto, confidently entered the room.
Beside him walked a woman who seemed to radiate competence and quiet strength. Her name is Elizabeth. Prime minister and Alberto's advisor.
Behind them, Circe, head of the empire's magic department. Her gaze darted around the room, taking in every detail, every nuance of expression on the faces of the Britannia delegation.
Marquis Nile's eyebrows rose in disbelief, his carefully constructed facade of indifference cracking momentarily. Count Sam Rick leaned forward, his eyes narrowed in thought as he tried to reconcile the Emperor's youthful appearance with his driven strength.
Countess Milana quickly recovered from her initial surprise. She rose to her feet, a warm smile gracing her lips as she offered a respectful curtsey. "Your Highness," he began, his voice clear and steady, "it is an honor to finally make your acquaintance."
The room fell silent as all eyes focused on the Emperor. The weight of the moment weighed on them, the silence.
Then a smile appeared on the emperor's lips.
"Please, sit down," he said, his voice surprisingly deep.
"Let's get started."
As the delegates took their seats, the atmosphere changed from excitement to cautious optimism.
Emperor Alberto took his place at the head of the table. Elizabeth stood behind him, her expression still and focused.
As Circe took a seat next to the emperor, her eyes twinkled with curiosity. Carl, the Emperor's security chief, was already present in the room. He was already standing near the emperor's seat. With absolute caution.
"Thank you for your warm welcome," the Emperor began, his gaze flicking to the Britannia delegation. "I was looking forward to this meeting because the potential for cooperation between our two countries is immense. The friendly treaty we are negotiating could pave the way for a new era of prosperity for both the Empire and the Kingdom of Britannia."
Countess Milna nodded. "Your Highness, we share your enthusiasm. Together we can form a good alliance."
Marquis Nile, eager to assert his influence, leaned forward, his voice cracking. "While I appreciate the sentiment, Your Majesty, I believe it is extremely important to ensure that the kingdom's magical resources are properly valued in this partnership. After all, it's our magic that will enhance your technological innovations."
The emperor's purple eyes narrowed slightly, but he maintained his composure.
"Indeed, Marquis Nile. Empire recognizes the value of magic stones, and we are eager to explore how our technologies can complement your magic. However, I would caution against viewing this as a mere transaction. We seek a partnership based on mutual respect and understanding."
Count Sam Rick used the opportunity to steer the conversation to practical matters.
"Your Majesty, if I may, I believe it would be beneficial to discuss specific areas of cooperation. For example, imperial agricultural techniques can greatly increase our country's yields, benefit our economy, and ensure food security for our people. We are interested in your hybrid crops."
David's eyes lit up after hearing about agriculture. "Ah, yes! The integration of magic into cultivation practices can bring interesting results. Imagine the possibilities if we could combine your magical enhancements with our advanced techniques We can create crops that thrive even in the harshest conditions. Although it's sad that we don't have much mage. But we hope Britannia can help us in this regard. "
"While it is important to focus on agriculture, we must consider the environmental impact of such advances. The balance of nature is delicate, and any changes we implement must be made with care and respect for the environment." Circe said
"A valid point. Perhaps we could establish a committee to oversee the integration of our technology and magic so that we are aware of our environmental responsibilities." Elizabeth said.
Countess Milana smiled, sensing the positive side of the conversation. "That sounds like a great idea. Besides, the products that you sent to our country have become very popular among our people. We are keen to buy more such products."
"Of course. We are also interested in your magic stone and rights to some of your islands. According to our information, you have seven to eight thousand islands that you do not use. We would like to rent some of these islands from you. What do you think about this?" the trade minister suggested, his eyes shining with a mixture of ambition and charm.
Neil, the Marquis of the Kingdom of Britannia, narrowed his eyes, suspicion crossing his face. "Rent!? Do you think we're fools? What if you take over our island?" There was a mixture of anger and concern in his voice.
"Don't worry. We have no intention of taking over your island," Foreign Minister James interjected smoothly, his tone reassuring. "We will rent your islands, and in return, we will help you with financial assistance and various other cooperations."
Countess Milana, her brow furrowed with worry. "But it's a big deal. If we give you our islands, it might cause a lot of tension among our people. They might see it as a betrayal of our sovereignty."
Alberto leaned forward a little, his expression sincere. "Don't worry, these islands of yours are currently unused. We will pay you very generous benefits and money for it. Besides, we have no desire to conquer you. You have been in the Empire for quite some time. I hope you have gathered some information about us. I believe you have an understanding of our military strength. If we wanted to conquer you, we would have done it long ago."
The Britannia Kingdom emissaries exchanged glances, their expressions conveying the seriousness of the situation. They knew very well that their forces were much weaker than the Empire.
Alberto, sensing the apprehension in the room, smiled warmly, trying to ease their fears. "We will invest five million gold coins in the Kingdom of Britannia. We, the Empire, will never break our word. We are neither cheats nor traitors. I hope this is a good move for both of us."
The room fell silent, five million gold coins!?. This is an amount equal to half of the GDP of the Kingdom of Britannia, a staggering amount that could potentially transform their economy.
They exchanged shocked looks, their minds racing as they processed the implications of such offer.
Countess Milana finally broke the silence, her voice shaking slightly. "This... this is an unprecedented offer. We need time to discuss it among ourselves."
"Of course," Alberto replied, his demeanor still calm and collected. "Take as much time as you need. We want to build a partnership here, you don't have to make a hasty decision. But I assure you, this opportunity can greatly benefit both our countries."
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