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After returning from the Duchy of Dehart, I instructed Jepeto to establish an intelligence agency focused on foreign news.
Regretting his lack of foresight about Zilton's situation, Jepeto immediately got to work. He had been working hard without any time off, making me very pleased, but somehow he was angry right now.
"What's the matter, Foreign Minister?"
"A letter has arrived from Gripton."
"From Gripton?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. It was sent by some crazed old man to Your Majesty, but as it's a letter from an enemy nation, our Foreign Affairs Ministry reviewed it first. I apologize."
At first, I thought I heard him wrong. Our enemy country might refer to Gripton, but they sent me a letter, not an army? This was unprecedented since the nation's founding.
Curious, I reached for the letter, and Jepeto handed the letter, torn in half, to me with a deeply apologetic look.
