Leopoldo stands up again, a deep laugh rising from within.
"Hahahaa, who do these devils think they are, that they can even request to send their heathen diplomats to a civilized place such as this. I will tell you everything: Genoa attacked the Mamelukes because the Mamelukes control the trading routes of Egypt. Every time a silk or spice caravan moves through Egypt, Genoa gets a nice sum of money, the heathens receive that money too. If Genoa were to stop trading, our economy would fail, and Europe would not get enough silk and spice to fill the demand. Since we wish our economy to prosper, but we don't desire to forsake God, we will take control of these trade routes in Egypt. We gave the heathens the option to hand these lands over to us, to convert to christianity, or we war with us. They chose war, so now we war with them. The Romans support them by sending military aid to protect christians in Egypt, as if we would attack christians. Genoa will not accept this. If Genoa finds that the Romans are sending any more aid to the heathens, we will go to war with them."
Leopoldo returns to his seat, a firm look on his face.