"Ahem!" Becker said, "Our East African war party is ready to take down the Yake Kingdom, but considering the friendship between the two countries, we want to give Your Majesty two choices."
He felt a bit embarrassed after saying this, as it's uncommon to start diplomatic engagements by threatening to destroy someone else's country.
As expected, Mwesili's fist clenched, and his expression turned so grim it seemed as if water could drip from it, but he held back and asked, "Oh, what choices are you offering me?"
"The first choice is to resist to the end, and then our East African army will take action personally, and when that happens, not even a chicken or dog will be spared," Becker suddenly said with a shift in tone.
"Mr. Becker, I must say you're very bold. I don't know exactly how powerful your East African military is, but your words are certainly strong. Do you not know the severe consequences of angering a monarch?" Mwesili retorted.
