Late April, Old World, northern Estalia, Moros Plains, Imperial Army Camp.
Inside the golden tent, Laine and others sat opposite the Imperial Grand Alchemist Biersaze Gaert, Imperial General Bernhardt, and others. The well-trained Imperial Army had set up camp directly on the plains and near the forest.
Within the tent was a long table, with some drinks and food placed upon it. Gaert had brought all the officers of the Imperial Army to entertain Laine and the others. However, everyone knew in their hearts who the true guest of honor was; unquestionably, the one who merited such sincerity from the Empire could only be Count Laine Macado, who maintained a good relationship with the Empire.
"Why is the Imperial Army here?" In the golden summit tent, Laine lifted a mug of Imperial Black Beer and actively inquired, "I don't recall any major diplomatic disputes between Estalia and the Empire, nor have I heard news of another invasion from Arabi."
