14 Aug 2019, 21:37

As the Derectans were enjoying their sangría, Minister Menéndez turned towards the Malboryan delegation. He remembered his time at university, where he had taken a brief but intense course on their national language. As he was trying to identify some of the words they said, out of mere curiosity, he suddenly looked troubled.

" Is something wrong, Rodrigo?" asked Athena.

"Ladies, let's speak Greek now." he answered.

The Derectans turned to their oldest national language.

"So my Malboryan is quite rusty, but I might have just overheard their Prime Minister wonder if any military secrets could be extracted from the parade." the defence minister said.

"Should I be worried, Rodrigo?" asked the PM.

"I am not sure, Cayetana. We haven't had any worrisome reports on the Malboryan armed forces, and, after all, it's just a parade. The Spaniards would be foolish if they revealed any of their classified units or weaponry there. I bet we'll only get to see the traditional and regular units." said Rodrigo.

"Bueno, dejaos ya de cháchara. Disfrutad del ambiente y olvidaos ya del trabajo." said Dame Ricchetti.
(Anyway, stop bickering. Enjoy your surroundings and forget about work.)