บท 314: Let's get rich

24th October 1574

My offer had absolutely no weight in terms of diplomatic relations between the countries. One could say that the only peace I could sign would be between the entirety of the Muscovy - or at least the part that was responsible for the war - and me myself. Yet, doing so would be no different from the treason. As a Polish noble, one of the current great powers of the commonwealth, my status alone obliged me to certain things.

"A peace? And who do you think you are to even offer it?"

As expected, the envoy's reaction was simple. Instead of taking me seriously, he simply giggled, instantly annoying all of my soldiers at once while relaxing his own people. But instead of just ridiculing me like that, after a short time his laughter ended in one instant, with his face returning to its usual seriousness.

"But let me endorse you. Why do you think you are capable of offering us a peace, and what would be it's potential terms? After all…"