Reincarnated with a Country Creation System

She was met by a pair of uniformed guards who escorted her through the grand entrance and into the main corridor.

Emily walked briskly, her heels clicking against the polished floor, until ran into a familiar figure.

"Emily..." Julieanne called out, her voice tinged with surprise. "You\'re here early. I thought you were going to meet the diplomatic envoy."

Emily paused, turning to face her colleague.

"I was," Emily replied, her tone clipped. "But the meeting didn\'t go as planned. Chief Mosi was... less than cooperative."

Julieanne\'s brow furrowed. "What happened?"

Emily sighed, frustration evident in her posture as she recounted the events. "He refused to acknowledge my authority because I\'m a woman. Insisted on speaking with a man instead. I\'ve left them on the ship until we decide how to proceed."

Julieanne\'s eyes widened in disbelief. "He really said that? How archaic."

"Exactly," Emily nodded, her voice laced with irritation. "But we can\'t let this slide. His Excellency needs to know what happened, and we have to decide how to handle this situation. We can\'t afford to show any weakness."

Julieanne nodded in agreement, her expression serious. "I\'ll come with you. We should both report this to him."

The two women continued down the corridor, their pace quickening as they made their way to Alexander\'s office.

When they reached the large, ornate doors leading to the office, Emily took a deep breath before nodding to the guards, who opened the doors for them.

Inside, Alexander was seated at his desk, deep in thought as he reviewed several documents. He looked up as they entered, his sharp gaze immediately focusing on Emily.

"Minister Harris, Julieanne," he greeted them with a nod. "I wasn\'t expecting you back so soon. What\'s the situation?"

Emily stepped forward, her voice steady as she relayed the details of her encounter with Chief Mosi. As she spoke, Alexander\'s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing at the audacity of the Zambesi chief.

When she finished, there was a brief silence in the room. Alexander leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled as he considered the information.

"So that\'s what they told you the moment you introduced yourself. Instead of a warm welcome, they chose to disrespect you because of your gender. Unbelievable. Even though the system requires us to establish diplomatic ties with any other nation, tolerating that kind of behavior is unacceptable," Alexander said, his voice growing colder with each word.

Emily stood silently, her frustration simmering beneath the surface. "I agree, Your Excellency. But how do we proceed? The rewards from the system are critical, but we can\'t allow them to undermine our authority or disrespect the principles we stand for."

Alexander\'s gaze shifted to Julieanne, who had been listening intently. "The instant gem is a crucial asset," he said, addressing them both. "We must complete this mission, but that doesn\'t mean we have to lower our standards."

He turned his attention back to Emily. "We will proceed with the mission, but we will do it on our terms. I want you to draft a response to Chief Mosi, making it clear that while we are committed to establishing diplomatic ties, respect is non-negotiable. Make it known that if they cannot engage with us as equals, then perhaps they are not ready for the benefits of an alliance with Valoria."

Emily nodded, already formulating the letter in her mind. "I will make it clear, Your Excellency. They will understand that we will not be disrespected."

"Good," Alexander said, his tone firm. "And if they refuse to comply, we will explore other avenues. There are other nations that would value an alliance with Valoria, and we won\'t waste time on those who do not respect our values."

Julieanne spoke up, her voice steady. "Perhaps we should also consider a contingency plan, Your Excellency, in case the situation escalates further. We need to ensure that we maintain control over the negotiations."

"Agreed," Alexander replied. "Keep me informed of any developments, and be prepared to adjust our strategy as needed. This mission is too important to let it be derailed by narrow-minded thinking."

Emily and Julieanne exchanged a determined glance. They had their orders, and they would see them through.

***

April 14th, 1938.

Chief Mosi stood on the deck of the Valorian Navy\'s flagship, his eyes wide with amazement as he took in the vast expanse of the Port of Norfolk. The scene before him was unlike anything he had ever seen. Massive steel cranes towered above the docks, their arms moving as they hoisted enormous container boxes from the ships and placed them onto waiting trains and trucks.

As Mosi took in the sight, he couldn\'t help but feel a mix of awe and apprehension. The power and sophistication on display here were far beyond anything he had encountered before. The Kingdom of Zambesi, with its traditional ways and simpler technology, seemed almost primitive by comparison. For the first time, Mosi began to question the wisdom of his earlier stance.

Perhaps he had underestimated the Valorians, and perhaps his rigid adherence to tradition was blinding him to the realities of the modern world.

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, the sound of approaching rotors drew his attention upward. A machine called "helicopter" was descending toward the ship.

Mosi watched as the helicopter landed on the deck with a soft thud, the rotors gradually slowing to a stop.

The door of the helicopter opened, and Emily Harris stepped out with a letter clutched in her hands. She unfurled it and read it out loud.

"Chief Mosi," Emily began. "This letter is from His Excellency, Alexander, the leader of Valoria. It contains our official response to your actions and the continuation of our diplomatic discussions. To Chief Mosi of the Kingdom of Zambesi. Valoria values mutual respect and equality in all diplomatic engagements.

We are committed to establishing diplomatic ties with your nation, but this commitment is built on the foundation of mutual respect. We cannot and will not tolerate any actions that undermine the principles we hold dear."

As the translator conveyed the message, Chief Mosi\'s expression shifted from curiosity to concern. The tone of the letter was unmistakable—Valoria would not bow to outdated customs that disrespected their leadership, regardless of cultural differences.

"Furthermore," Emily continued, "we expect that all further discussions will be conducted with the understanding that Valoria\'s representatives, regardless of gender, are to be treated with the same respect and dignity that we extend to your delegation. Failure to adhere to this will result in the termination of these discussions and a reassessment of our diplomatic relations."

The translator finished, and silence hung in the air as Chief Mosi absorbed the words. The weight of Valoria\'s stance was clear, and Mosi realized that any further insistence on his previous position could jeopardize the potential alliance with Valoria—a nation whose power and sophistication he had just witnessed firsthand.

Emily folded the letter and handed it to the translator, who passed it to Chief Mosi. She waited, her gaze unwavering, for his response.

Chief Mosi took the letter, his expression thoughtful. He could sense the strength behind Valoria\'s words, and he knew he was at a crossroads. The alliance with Valoria was crucial, but it would require him to adapt, to consider a perspective that was foreign to him.

After a long pause, Chief Mosi nodded slowly. "I will consider the words of your leader carefully," he said through the translator. "I see now that Valoria is a nation of great strength and principles. We will continue our discussions, with respect as the foundation."

Emily inclined her head in acknowledgment. "We look forward to continuing our discussions on those terms, Chief Mosi. Let us work together for the benefit of both our nations."