Chapter 166: Probing (3)
At the Winter Palace in Robrus, I had exchanged various words with Zerov, yet the substance of it all had been utterly hollow. Even so, Zerov, whose face all but gleamed with self-satisfaction, kept nodding contentedly and repeating only the words, "I shall convey this."
"I shall convey every bit of today's discussion to the Premier. He will certainly find it of interest."
Thus, diplomacy is merely diplomacy, and politics is merely politics. What matters is the person. In the end, Zerov is nothing more than Premier Varmil's loyal lapdog.
"I certainly hope so as well."
There is no need to fear the future that will soon arrive. The Premier will undoubtedly make a rational decision. He will accept the deception of non-aggression.
That is precisely why, on this incoherent chessboard, the advantage lies with me.
Because I knew the course of history. Because I had already witnessed Ezenheim's designs firsthand.
"The result will likely be delivered to you after another night's rest, before your return to the Empire."
Then Zerov's face took on a puzzled expression.