Julia bid her farewell as the three of them, with their wives, left the estate. Julia gets back inside and finds Cecilia reading the contracts between them. “So... what we get?”
Julia sat in the armchair. The maid with orange badge put a plate of cookies and a glass of milk in front of her. “I just want don’t bothered the border and they agree. Is that enough?” Cecilia sighed and put the map next to her.
“What about...”
“It’s for Focye Kingdom. For the sultanate kingdoms. We agree to ‘compromise’ about their religion followers in our kingdom.” Cecilia raised her eyebrow. Her expression is full of calculation and firm. “Also, we discussed about combined military training, education, and some trade like... silk, culture, agriculture, labor, and political advice.”
She nodded her head slightly, then continued to read all of them. Julia leaned on her back and drank her milk. “They are also not patient people, I guess...” She closed the map, sighed.