Dieter enters the Diet, his face bowed. He stands in the middle

Mein lords, I am a loyal servant of the deceased Jobst von Salza. A shall never recover from the shock, of standing, only to see, him, charred...

Dieter quickly wipes away tears

I, here on the late Jobst's orders. Am expected to announce his chosen Heir.

He never told anyone, offically, that Siegfred was to be the heir. Except me, and I am here to pass on his words. Siegfred, is now offically, Prinz, and now, he is crowned Kaiser, of the Holy Roman Empire!

My deceased lord, has given me a number of itmes to pass on, and a letter.

Dieter coughs...

And a mission...

I, shall, keep following his orders, which he has written in ink for me. I wish Kaiser Siegfred, a happy rule.

I hope you can all attend the funeral.

Dieter whips around, a leaves the Diet, following behind him, are two cloaked men, both bearing pistols.