“Sire, the Nivara are pressing us with increasing urgency. We must act decisively. A conflict appears inevitable,” declared the man in the military uniform. His posture was impeccably straight, and his expression exuded firmness and resolve—a man who would not yield even if circumstances proved unfavorable.

“I must disagree, General. At this moment, war is not a viable option for Ceracuse. Have you assessed the current situation? The nation is suffering under the weight of a devastating plague. Our citizens lack the necessary vigor and strength to endure another catastrophe, particularly one involving the Verans,” John responded with equal determination.

“Your Excellency, are you suggesting that we should remain passive and endure the ridicule and contempt directed at our nation’s honor? How long are we expected to tolerate such mockery? It is imperative that we demonstrate that Ceracuse must not be underestimated,” the General asserted, striking the table emphatically.

The atmosphere in the room grew tense. It was highly inappropriate to behave in front of the royal family in such a manner, but Gereth Mackhalm showed no concern. He was a great general renowned for his strategic acumen, understanding of warfare but he had little regard for other matters. Observing his action, Jerald exchanged a concerned glance with John, seeking direction but receiving none.

“General, do you truly believe we are in a position to engage in conflict at this time? Just a few months ago, I and my group had to quell the rebels in the east, who are still aligned with the Verans. While I understand your pride in Ceracuse and the difficulty in overlooking such disrespect, we must consider our current situation pragmatically. Patriotism aside, is Ceracuse really strong enough to withstand the ramifications of another war, especially against Nivara? Nivara is a formidable opponent, and their control is extensive. Have you not experienced their reach firsthand?” John said, raising his voice to emphasize the gravity of the situation.

The General fell silent, and John waited for a response, but seeing none, he proceeded with a tone that signaled the end of the discussion.

“Ceracuse will not retreat in the face of aggression if Nivara initiates an official offensive. While we are striving to avoid such a scenario, if conflict becomes unavoidable, Ceracuse will stand firm. But we can't initiate an offense first.”

John gestured to the man in the corner holding several documents. The man swiftly approached and handed the documents to John.

“Gentlemen, our primary focus will be on mitigating the current crisis for our citizens. The treatment protocols must be optimized, and we will increase financial support to address this emergency. Presently, our team of young doctors is working to enhance existing treatment methods. We must hope that these improvements will sufficiently reduce the mortality rate. Additionally, measures must be taken to halt the spread of the disease, including the establishment of quarantine facilities for those infected. Each of you must concentrate your expertise on addressing this crisis. A contingent of troops will remain stationed at the borders; we cannot afford to be negligent.”

“Sire…” the General began to interject, but John turned to him, addressing him directly.

“Adhere to the directives given.” Johns voice was crude giving a sense of finality. The General fell silent, and the meeting was adjourned.