The king had already gotten angry, just as the Magister said he might. Seti didn't even flinch as the man began to snap at him, standing and waiting patiently for him to finish his tirade. No anger, no irritation, no spark of fury going through his body. Instead, respect and cold acceptance. He had long since accepted his death, and though he didn't want to die so early, he had accepted this mission knowing that it would likely wind up with him getting killed if Lagi was as bad as some reports had said.
That was the issue with Lagi. Very few reporters stood on the fence. People either described him as an easily irritable fool who had a wroth issue, or they called him an angelic saint that delivered presents to orphans on a regular basis. It was hard to see someone's true self when you only got biased reports, but it was how the man snapped now that showed exactly what sort of man he was.
"With all due respect your majesty, please slow down. You just asked five separate questions, each of which I want to give proper time to. If my answer doesn't please you, then feel free to send me from your sight and have the knowledge that you have little patience or stomach for diplomacy be known throughout the world. But, were you to allow me to properly come to words with you, know that your kindness and diplomatic grace will become a legend that all kings should hope to live up to."
There was something about his voice that showed an honest respect for the man. He was a slave liberator, a man who had worked his way up from nothing, and even when he snapped Seti reminded himself that people who had an entire country on their shoulders were always going to be a little stressed. How they dealt with that stress defined their character.
"First question - Am I even qualified to open a treatise with you? Yes. I am qualified to open pacts and engage proper diplomatic discourse, but any long lasting pact needs to be ironed out be the ones in charge over a series of months. Never has a pact been made in a single day that does not bring suffering to those short-sighted enough to sign so quickly. Consider me a key to the door of a vault. As long as you use me the way I am supposed to be used, and are wiling to take the steps yourself, you will get a reward on the other side."
He paused for a moment, his eyes brushing over to the silent red-head in the corner. It appeared she was as little a fan of his wroth as he was, though they were both staying completely silent about it. His face was a perfect mask however, whilst hers seemed to show obvious irritation.
"Second - You act as if there is a way to rectify what happened in the past. As powerful as my master is, he has not yet cracked the secret of time magic, and so we can not fix what happened in the past. What happened in the past was born of misunderstanding, of selfishness on both sides and an unwilingness to come to a mutually beneficial solution simply because it would benefit one side a lot more if they got everything they wanted without having to accept a compromise.
The very fact that this meeting is happening at all shows how different we are from our forefathers. Your majesty, you and I are both men who understand the benefits of peace and that war should not be made lightly. I can truly say, having seen enough pain and bloodshed in my years, that neither I nor the Pharaoh seek to inflame old rivalries. We both want peace, hence my presence here at all. Had my country wanted to start a war, wouldn't they send someone who would survive a direct confrontation with you? We might be small but it's not as if we lack in might."
It was true - he had come here alone and unarmed, other than with a staff that he willingly disarmed and a letter of introduction. What sort of a man delivering a declaration of war would even consider letting himself be unarmed?
"The last war that happened between our people happened over ten years ago. I do not know about you, my lord, but I wasn't involved with the war. The new pharaoh certainly wasn't, and my master openly spoke against it. Why should we allow ourselves to be defined by bad blood from a body that has long since passed?"
Finally, regarding the man's final question, he cracked a slight smile. Perhaps imprudent, but he couldn't help himself.
"The army does not swear fealty to the vizier, my lord. The army swears fealty to our general, just as your army swears fealty to yours. In my homeland, there is a saying: when you want to start a war, you send an officer. When you want to start a courting, you send a poet. But when you want to start understanding? You send a magus.
I was dispatched to your land because I stand here as a veteran of the pharaoh's court. I have been through this many times before and unless things sour between us, I expect to many times again. Yet, were you to decide you hungered for a pointless war, my death would not cripple my country, and you have already proven yourself more than ready to start wars."
It was true - the war with Kou had only just ended, they had forced one of the strongest empires in the world off their shores and Heliohapt wanted to make sure that Lagi's intentions were pure rather than bloodthirsty.
"I understand that your war against Kou was just, but it was nonetheless a war. That means that putting one of our cardinal pieces immediately on the board after an open show of hostility would be foolish. I stand here because we hunger for peace, but you have already proven yourself to be content with wars.
Is that a sufficient answer?"