But Ivita had already become the Imperial Emperor, and all those past displeasures had vanished into thin air.
They had become insignificant.
Once, the Ross Empire could look down upon a semi-independent country's Monarch within an Empire—Ivita, but now they had to face Ivita, the Emperor of the Holy Empire, with an equal stance.
The Romanov Envoy said to Ivita with a smile, "Now it seems, we were too foolish not to understand Your Majesty's plan. It seems now that Your Majesty's previous arrogance was all to deceive Oyo III and Louis XI."
"It is our honor to be of assistance to Your Majesty. Just as we are now, still fighting shoulder to shoulder with the Empire, battling against the Pagan Empire."
Ivita became serious. "I have only sporadically received some of your battle reports. How are things now?"