Chapter 308: Arc 5, - 2: Goodbye Tamara Palace
"How’re you doing psychopath?" Jotou waltzed into the princess’s bedroom.
The purple-haired princess sat at her desk, pinching the bridge of her nose. To the voice her brows raised and she turned, "Not too shabby Joey Toes. The trip to Galuvit’s just giving me a major headache."
"What happened there?" the blonde’s feet sunk into the carpets as she traipsed.
Daiyu got onto her feet, "Considering the threat’s gone and Tri-Regime’s the Di-Regime, all’s well. But there’s still so much bullshit to deal with.
There’re a lot of Trailonians who moved in basically; I mean like, it’s been forty-three years so there’s a lot of people who were born, died—decades went by.
So like, giving Cravoltan citizenship is one thing, but what am I gonna do? Separate families because there’re still Trailonian citizens there? Deport them? Come on," she huffed. "While I was visiting, right, there were protestors all over the place.
In a sense, they kinda just want to be left alone. But on the council side of things, that is Cravoltan land needing to be reclaimed. It’s all a fucking political mess, UGH!"
"Hmm," Jotou sat on her bed with a bounce. "Well, I know Cravolta and Trailon aren’t at war anymore. Realistically speaking, you can open up negotiations with Trailon to find some sort of compromise and help citizens of both sides?
The prime minister would probably accept a proposal like that; not by the kindness of his heart obviously, but it’s just a good political move.
It might help them get back in the world’s good graces now that they’ve lost all support. Meanwhile, you have the backing of several nations; the odds are in your favour," Jotou spouted.
"Hm, that’s true," Daiyu pondered. "Might be a good idea actually. After forty-three years... Maybe, maybe they can just, be like, their own thing? Just keep the border, like a new state? New country?
Eh, I’ll think it out with Feyan," she shook her head. "Anyways, whatcha doin’ here?"