Everything that needed to be discussed had already been discussed, the directions that needed to be fixed had also been fixed. As the great sun gradually rose to its zenith in the sky, that resplendent crown with faint wooden grain shone upon the entire Silver Base No. 112. Gawain clinked glasses with Emperor Rosetta Augustus one last time—what came after this would be the field in which the diplomats of the two countries would have to exert their efforts.
Gawain did not know how Typhon's aristocratic class would view the results of this closed-door meeting, nor did he know how future historians would record and speculate about this round of negotiations. For him personally, the exchanges of interest between the Cecil Clan and Typhon were in fact not the crux of the matter. All of this… was merely one link in his effort to propel and reshape this world.
