Reincarnated with a Country Creation System

"One tribe?" Alexander repeated. "Which tribe are you referring to?"

Chief Mosi sighed slightly before answering. "They are called the Matalebe Tribe, from the southern regions of our kingdom. And to clarify, they are not a minority. In fact, the Matalebe is one of the major tribes in the Kingdom of Zambesi. Their influence runs deep."

Alexander nodded, urging him to continue.

"A long time ago, our country was not a unified entity," Chief Mosi explained. "Zambesi was divided into several smaller kingdoms, each ruled by different tribes. The Matalebe were among the most powerful. When the unification happened under our first king, most of the tribes, including the Matalebe, were brought together under one banner. However, the Matalebe never fully integrated.

They have always maintained a degree of autonomy, clinging to their traditional ways and resisting the full authority of the central government."

Alexander listened intently, understanding the potential challenges this posed. "I see. And how does this affect the current state of affairs in Zambesi?"

"They have always been a proud and independent people," Chief Mosi continued. "While they don't outright oppose the central government, their loyalty is often in question. They have their own leaders, and while they participate in the national government, they still prioritize their tribal interests above national unity.

This has led to tensions, especially when it comes to development projects initiated by the government."

Alexander leaned back in his seat, considering the implications. "And if Valoria were to invest in Zambesi, particularly in areas where the Matalebe hold influence, could we expect resistance from them?"

Chief Mosi hesitated before nodding. "It's possible. The Matalebe are cautious of outsiders, particularly when it comes to foreign influence on their lands. They might see such investments as a threat to their autonomy."

"Are they what you call extremist?"

Chief Mosi's expression grew more serious, a shadow passing over his features. "In many ways, yes. The Matalebe have a faction within their ranks that could be described as extremist. They are fiercely protective of their traditions and their land, and they have not hesitated to use violence to assert their autonomy."

Alexander's eyes narrowed slightly. "Violence? Against whom?"

"Primarily against those they see as threats to their way of life," Chief Mosi explained. "This includes the central government, rival tribes, and occasionally foreign entities who they believe are encroaching on their territory. They've been involved in several incidents over the years—sabotaging development projects, attacking government outposts, and even clashing with military forces."

Alexander took a moment to absorb this information. The prospect of dealing with an extremist faction added a new layer of complexity to the situation. "If they are willing to resort to violence, then our investment could indeed be at risk. In that case, I propose a solution."

"What is it?" Chief Mosi curiously inquired.

"Let our military enter your country," Alexander proposed. "They'll be there to protect the investments and infrastructure projects we plan to implement. This way, we can ensure the safety of our workers and the continuity of the projects. Additionally, our presence could help to stabilize the region and discourage any extremist actions from the Matalebe or any other factions."

Chief Mosi's expression hardened slightly.

"About that," he hesitated. "I don't think our king would agree to let a foreign military force operate on our soil, even if the intention is to protect investments. It's a sensitive issue. The presence of foreign troops could be perceived as a threat to our sovereignty, not just by the Matalebe but by other tribes and regions as well."

"Then how are we going to be assured that the workers that we will send, which is our people, will be safe? How can you protect our people from those extremist factions? They are civilians who are trained in construction and engineering, not in combat," Alexander pressed.

Chief Mosi was about to respond when the train's automated announcement system chimed, signaling their arrival at the commercial district. The train slowed to a smooth halt, and the doors slid open with a soft hiss.

"Let's continue this conversation as we walk," Alexander suggested, rising from his seat and gesturing toward the open doors.

Chief Mosi nodded, still deep in thought. The two men stepped out of the train onto the bustling platform, where the energy of the commercial district was immediately apparent. People hurried past, some engaged in animated conversations, and others focused on their own tasks.

Of course, there will be occasional glances in their direction but after that, they'll simply pass by. And then Chief Mosi noticed.

"Why are your people not stopping to acknowledge your presence?" Chief Mosi asked.

"That's because I told them to," Alexander replied. "It will be difficult for you to get anything done if everyone stops to greet you every time you walk through the city," Alexander explained with a slight smile. "Here in Valoria, I've made it a point to ensure that the daily routines of our people aren't interrupted by formalities. It allows them to focus on their tasks and be more productive."

Chief Mosi nodded thoughtfully as they continued walking through the commercial district. The streets were lined with towering buildings, modern storefronts, and digital advertisements.

"As I was saying," Alexander resumed, "we need to ensure the safety of our workers. It's going to be a part of a treaty

between our nations if we are to proceed with these investments. However, I understand the sensitivity of having foreign troops on Zambesian soil, which is why I believe we should discuss alternatives that respect your sovereignty while ensuring our interests are protected."

Chief Mosi considered Alexander's words carefully as they walked, his gaze shifting from the bustling activity of the commercial district back to Alexander. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke with measured deliberation.

"If you are serious about this partnership and the level of involvement you're proposing, then perhaps we should consider something more comprehensive—a mutual defense treaty," Chief Mosi proposed.

Alexander raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A mutual defense treaty?"

"Yes," Chief Mosi confirmed. "If Valoria is willing to invest heavily in Zambesi, and if we are to consider allowing your military forces into our territory—even in a limited capacity—then it's only fair that we also receive assurances from Valoria.

This treaty would mean that if Zambesi were attacked by domestic or foreign forces, Valoria would be obliged to come to our aid, just as we would support you if Valoria were under threat."

Alexander paused, digesting the boldness of Chief Mosi's proposition. A mutual defense treaty would indeed be a significant commitment, binding the two nations in a much deeper alliance than initially envisioned. It would mean that Valoria's military might not only protect its own investments but also extend its influence to safeguard the stability of Zambesi as a whole.

So without hesitation, Alexander responded. "Very well, Chief Mosi. I am open to the idea of a mutual defense treaty."

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