The signing process was brief.
Kenji sat at the table, watching his old friend seated before him pick up the pen and sign the document laid out. Though the paper was thin, each stroke of the pen seemed to carry the weight of mountains.
This was her first time truly wielding power for her country since birth. Yet this singular experience could hardly be called glorious.
Thinking this, she wearily glanced at Kenji.
Kenji's face remained expressionless, as if her pain went completely unnoticed in his eyes.
After finishing, she set down the pen. An attendant swiftly gathered up the armistice agreement.
And so, the conflict between the Sal Kingdom and Camelot Empire essentially came to an end.
But Kenji could hardly feel pleased. Although his efforts these past days had pressured the other side into accepting many conditions in the treaty, to him, the money mattered far less than handling internal affairs.