In the Name of Empress-Chapter 627 - 362: Tirol Iron Fist
The negotiation between Roland and Milones ended quickly.
The main direction was already determined, and both sides could only pull on insignificant details, so the speed was swift.
After all, it’s a major event concerning the future of the realm, negotiations must show some attitude, it can’t just be casually agreed upon.
After the agreement was confirmed, no written documents were left.
Who would want to sign such a clandestine agreement, who are weighty figures?
Once something goes wrong in the future, it’s assured to peg someone as a traitor or insider, impossible to wash away.
The only guarantee for this agreement is power, and only power.
This fragile agreement is based on the mutual balance of power between the Lord of the Dark and Sofia.
If there is too great a disparity in strength, one could easily wipe out the other, rendering any agreement useless.
The agreement is only valid until it is torn apart.
Even in times of peace, when there’s a huge disparity in strength, agreements can’t protect the weak, like in the days of the Val City State.
Sofia felt they were unnecessary, and they were wiped out.
Roland and Sif felt supporting them would be beneficial against Sofia, and they lived again.
Regarding their own opinions, they didn’t matter at all.
An agreement needs only a general framework.
After Roland and Milones’ intense negotiations, the agreement stipulated that the Dark Race must completely withdraw from the Rodinia Continent, and Sofia generously gave them the South Continent she didn’t want.
During the Age of Gods, the existing continents were still a whole, and the ancestral home of the Dark Race remained on the South Continent after the tectonic drift.
Although being expelled from the Civilized World is somewhat displeasing, Milones did not object.
The great Demon Emperor’s strength was not inferior to that of the peak Sofia, but he is the Demon Emperor, he wouldn’t dare go against Sofia.
The Dark Race believes in the supremacy of strength, Milones did not find Sofia’s dominance problematic; he even found Sofia overly benevolent.
Being able to return home was enough, as for whether the civilization of the South Continent is developed, Milones did not care.
He even thought it better for the local natives to be more ignorant, easier to develop the Secondary Dark Race.
The only question was how to migrate the spatial rift?
Sofia did not say, and he dared not ask.
Just as he hesitated about whether to ask Roland for help, Roland’s expression suddenly became solemn.
"The great Her Majesty Saint Sophia is about to arrive, be prepared for her reception."
Milones hurriedly put down the warhammer in his hand, let his hands droop, and bowed his head respectfully, waiting.
In the Dark Side world where the strong are revered, a powerhouse like Sofia could give orders as she pleased; Milones wouldn’t dare go against a superpower comparable to the Demon Emperor.
He wasn’t aware that Sofia’s current power, while exceeding his and Roland’s, was limited.
Sofia had determined her future path but had to let go of her former peak to start from scratch.
Reality proved that the range of the word "soon" is very broad.
It could be one minute, or it could be a long time.
Those who often wait for leaders to inspect the work know how long this wait can be.
Sofia could of course arrive immediately, but she had already lied to Roland, saying she had some matters to attend, she couldn’t just say she’ll be there soon and arrive quickly.
Sitting in the café across the street to watch the show isn’t something she would admit to.
Sofia simply went out for a circle before floating back from over a hundred miles away.
After about an hour of waiting, this Empress, who walked from across the square taking a detour of over a hundred miles, finally arrived late.
"Sorry, it seems I’m late."
Sofia said with a blank expression.
The tone did not seem apologetic; instead, it reminded those present that this delay should not be mentioned any further.
Roland certainly wouldn’t bring it up, even though waiting for an hour was somewhat agitating, though being stood up by Sofia felt somewhat unpleasant, he knew Sofia always pretended to be reasonable, never taking it seriously.
He observed Milones’ reaction from the corner of his eye.
If the third Governor of the Dark Race showed even a hint of impatience, Roland’s evaluation of Milones would lower significantly.
However, Milones did not; his respect was not feigned.
"Respected..."
Milones just began to speak, but suddenly found himself in a big problem, how should he address Sofia?
"Ms. Sofia."
Fortunately, Sofia did not wish to trouble him, helping him solve the dilemma.
The formal titles have significant connotations.
In the human civilized society, countries generally referred to her as "Her Majesty Sofia," and her own citizens would honorably call her Majesty.
Roland alone was the exception, allowed to address her by first name directly.
Besides Roland, another outlier even dared to call her by the discriminatory nickname "Old Spinster."
Having Milones call her Ms. Sofia seemed respectful, yet distanced.
She didn’t even wish to acknowledge that the Dark Race were human members, hence their title could only be Ms. Sofia.
After all, Milones was a mature diplomat and a senior official of the Dark Side, the sense of distance embedded in the title was well understood by him.
But he still compliantly accepted it.
He bowed to Sofia, with his posture lowered greatly, "Great Ms. Sofia, His Majesty the Demon Emperor sends his regards, and he would also like to know if the agreement from back then is still valid?"
Milones was somewhat nervous.
Although he asked politely, it carried a bit of questioning, and it was uncertain if Sofia would give face to the Demon Emperor.
Sofia’s half-closed eyes exuded an aura of destruction, making Milones shiver in fear.
Just as the Dark envoy was about to collapse, Sofia then calmly said, "The agreement is valid, but only for dealing with Tiya and others; Dark and I were not friends before, nor will we be in the future."
