Instead of the damp, dark dungeon he imagined, Basil instead found himself confined to a well-decorated room.
Even if he knew all along that Lancaster wouldn't overstep boundaries since he was still an envoy of the Valla Empire in name, Basil knew that there were no lack of reckless maniacs and imbeciles who lacked a few strings in their heads.
And most of the time, exhorting from ministers, baseless remarks or even ideas that pop up out of nowhere could get the authority to rid themselves of the envoy, who was a thorn in their side.
That was why a successful diplomatic corps would always have their actions praised in various legends.
After all, too few diplomatic corps could be considered successful.
Since this world has no agreement to not kill the messenger, no envoy sent to declare war could return alive.
Now, Basil stroked his beard as he pondered.