In the Ruthenia Empire, Alexander was facing the mirror as he smoothed out his suit, not wanting any wrinkles to be noticed by the people he'll be speaking with shortly.
Sevastian was watching from behind, observing his emperor fiddling with the buttons on his waistcoat, trying to make sure it was all in line and perfect. He waited patiently for him to finish what he was doing before he can speak up about some urgent news.
And finally, after two minutes, Alexander was done. A smile graced his lips but it was not a smile of happiness but rather an emotion that was kind of the opposite of it. "I need to ask you something."
"What is it, Your Majesty?" Sebastian inquired politely. His eyes were locked onto Alexander's back.
"What would be the consequences after I declare war on the Yamato Empire?"