An Entirely Secretive Message Written with Secretive Value
The Thaumantic Communal Order:
Republic of Tianlong, our valued friends: where is your fleet, have they not returned to port in Uicheon? They seem lost. That blood for blood and ship for ship has not been fully exchanged makes all of this a pity, though perhaps finally now your eye sees how lost its ravaged body is, you are broken and beyond your means.
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The Thaumantic Communal Order:
Should you raise your allies to join you in a strike at Anglia proper we will ensure their compromise. Is not the Tarusan Empire large enough? Perhaps they need an excuse to take the Rheinbund, Radilo, and those central powers you pretend to call allies. They joined us in Valls, as did you, and are once again under the Tarusan gun.
Sue for peace with the Anglians, clear and wash the basin with them, and allow the mad King to ruin himself in a matter of months. We will handle their successor, be it their prince or one from the commons, but know and mark the Communal Order that our neighbor will not submit to unconditional surrender to you or any great power in 72 hours, months, or years!