Foreign Minister, Take My Hand

On the day of the negotiations.

A plain lay midway between the Imperial Corps Headquarters and the Kingdom’s capital.

An elderly man wearing glasses entered the large military tent set up there.

His name was Ivan Alexei.

He had come here as the Kingdom’s foreign minister and the person in charge of these negotiations.

After straightening his clothes, Ivan slowly looked around.

Aside from the negotiation table in the center of the tent, there was not even a single ordinary soldier to be seen.

This was because he had accepted the other side’s chief negotiator’s request to speak frankly, just the two of them.

As Ivan slowly walked toward the negotiation table, the entrance on the opposite side of the tent opened, and a young man entered with a briefcase in hand.

Ivan gave the man a quick once-over...