"Sir Speaker, President Hosman would like to see you."
"Is it about asking for peace again? Ha, when I went to ask to see him a few days ago..."
In the ward on the third floor of Valletta Hospital, Pamir, who was gradually recovering, muttered a few words to himself, then waved lightly: "Repeat what the doctor said last night and read it to him, and then... …Let him go.”
"……yes."
There was a moment's pause and the heavy footsteps gradually moved away, and then as the wooden door closed, the same silence as before was left in this room. The man who was still lying in the middle of the hospital bed looked at the documents in his hands, but his mind had already flown to the unknown horizon. After a while, he heard the footsteps coming from downstairs and sighed slightly sadly. He took a breath: "Alas..."
"Are you... still the you I know?"
Turning his eyes to the sky dyed red by the dim sunlight, and listening to the vague war ensemble coming from the south, Pamir was in a daze for a while, and then when the wooden door was pushed open again, he released the He picked up the documents in front of the sheets and said, "Gone?"
"Yes, my lord."
Another man in black who had been following the Speaker came in. He bowed slightly and then walked to the front of the hospital bed: "But... he left a few words."
"..."
"He said... even if we don't agree, the parliament has passed the proposal with an absolute majority." The man in black whispered: "Please, Mr. Speaker... be ready when the time comes."
"...Ha, it seems they are determined." Pamir replied expressionlessly: "Go and inform Carlos and the others. If necessary...let them be prepared to evacuate."
"S-lord?"
"This is just necessary preparation."
Pamir put down the paper in his hand: "No matter what, life is still the most important. As long as everyone is still here, any problem can be solved... Where is Yang?"
"Lord Lux is still on the front line." The man replied: "I heard from the people in Group 6 that they are stepping up their investigation of those people who appear on the list, and Lux himself plans to mediate secretly with the empire, hoping to buy some time. and opportunities…”
"Where's Connelly?"
"The civilian faction seems to have completely stopped moving. I heard that they are worried about something because of the recent activity of adventurers." The man whispered: "As for Connelly himself..."
"Mr. Bearded has put up a closure sign in Cabinburg. The reason seems to be... to rectify the store."
"……snort."
Pamir's eyes rose: "So many people died outside, but inside they are all thinking about their own retreat... What happened to Yang who was asked to monitor things underground before?"
"Uh... Master Lux left a report before he left, and it has been placed on your bedside."
Pamir, who was frowning, choked when he heard the sound, and his eyes fell on the pile of documents on the edge of the bed: "... I'm really in a hurry, since Anweina left..."
After rummaging through the mountain of documents for a while, he found the report that the man in black was referring to, and then while frowning, he began to identify the messy messages on it: "...The black market has been purged? The three giants don't know what to do. No trace? Hey, even Su Meili on Connelly’s side seems to have withdrawn.”
"The city guards have taken control of the furnace... Judging from the time, it should be the old man's doing..."
"The people from the Valletta Tavern are here too. How did they...well, I understand."
"Have adventurers begun to appear underground in large numbers... That's right."
Seeing this, Pamir raised his head and pointed his finger at the place where the sun was about to set: "All day today... there seems to be a lot of movement in the city. What are those adventurers doing?"
"They seem to be chasing a person, and the target is related to the wanted poster that is popular within them." The man in black replied: "Although they seem to have been making trouble all day and night, this matter should have nothing to do with the underground activities mentioned in the report. relation……"
"Report, report!"
The door of the ward was pushed open again, and another subordinate wearing the same black uniform rushed in: "Someone, someone has gathered below! They want to see you, the Speaker!"
"……who?"
"They are civilians, civilians who have not fled here... They knew that you were here, Speaker, so they ran over from the Parliament Square!"
"...So you came to me to protest?"
Listening to the faint noise and protests downstairs, Pamir smiled bitterly and frowned: "Indeed, with the current parliament... no one has the time to care about their life and death. Bar."
"Sir Speaker, you can no longer care about them! The current situation is so dangerous, you can't protect yourself..."
"Why, do you already know me so well?"
The man on the bed smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I have no intention of stepping forward yet. After all, it is no longer up to us to decide whether the principality will survive or not. But..."
"After all, this is not the Parliament Square. It doesn't seem like a good thing to have these people blocking the entrance of the hospital, right?" He said with a smile: "Even if it is to save a few more seriously injured adventurers, shouldn't we also comfort them? them, and let them leave here?”
"Speaker...Sir Speaker!"
A moment of commotion followed the staggering steps of a wounded man, who gradually arrived in the lobby on the first floor of Valletta Hospital. Pamir's figure, surrounded by men in black, also appeared in the center of the setting sun. In front of the gate. A crowd of excited or angry protesters surrounded the intersection including the doorway in the next moment, and several refugee-looking guys mixed in the crowd began their final exchanges with each other.
"Look! Pamir!"
"He is the Speaker of the Principality, the highest official in the Principality of Ernifia!"
"I, my hands are shaking a little..."
"Coward, are you still going to back down? Letty? Look at these people around you! They are all suffering from the war and will soon become civilians like us! Think about our tragic experiences along the way, and then think about it Those nobles that Mr. Kentai took us to see... they are not human beings at all! They should not live in this world!"
"This battle belongs to us. As long as we kill this guy in front of us and fire the first shot of the struggle, our world will definitely appear."
In the chaotic crowd, a companion named Martin stared closely into Letty's eyes, and his face gradually became distorted: "Someone should do this! And now..."
"It's time for everyone to hear the roar of us refugees."
He waved his hand bitterly, separating the two closely connected figures to both sides of the crowd, then shouted confusing slogans and blended into the crowd in front. The young man named Lati stared steadily at the other person walking away, his eyes gradually losing focus, as if in the chaotic scene, he recalled every moment of his previous exile with this companion. .
Burning villages, crying crowds, defeated soldiers, domineering nobles... My parents, my lovely sister, why are they the ones who died? Why does Uncle Sam want to divert our enemies away for us? Why was Anna taken away by the city guard? What is it... that makes this world become like this?
The crowd was suddenly pushed away, and several loud shouts spread to the street corner as the men in black dispersed. Lati, who was also pushed away, looked forward in a daze, and found that the target surrounded by the men in black also began to lead. He moved towards the courtyard following the excited shouts of the crowd, as if he wanted to hide back in Valletta.
"What do you want to do?"
A loud shout mixed in the noise suddenly appeared in Lati's ears, and at the same time, Martin's struggle and shouts appeared. His eyes suddenly cleared, and then he squeezed towards the source of the sound: "Let go...let me go! Letty!"
"Lati! It's up to you!"
boom!
The scene of pushing each other in the chaos was still displayed in everyone's eyes, and the noise that was so loud that it was impossible to distinguish what everyone was saying did not stop for a moment, but an inexplicable light beam exploded in Lati's mind, destroying His mind went blank. The picture that passed through his mind just a moment ago flashed through his consciousness clearly again, and the struggling shouts of his companions began to gradually amplify. All this rolled and stirred in his thoughts, and finally it was in the fusion of light and shadow. Amidst the changes, a familiar voice emerged.
"For our future."
For...our future.
The buzzing sound and blank white light disappeared from his eyes, and the sounds and sights that belonged to the normal world returned to him. He raised his head and found that he was standing in front of the hospital door. Amidst the surprised looks of several men in black and the action of reaching out to clasp his shoulders, he burst out with extraordinary strength and took out the dagger from his waist. Then he staggered forward and stabbed the retreating crowd without hesitation. Got out.
"For our future."
he said softly.
The increasingly chaotic scene rose up with the splash of blood in the dusk that was destined to be unquenchable, and then turned into a larger tide, flowing along the intersection of Valletta Street and Yaliki Street, looking at Looking at the body of the man in hospital clothes who fell in a pool of blood and the young man who had been shot to death, a big man standing on the roof nodded with satisfaction, then took out a black crystal ball from his arms and said indifferently Whispered: "What a truly beautiful picture... Your flag was effective, they succeeded."
"Then let's start the next step." A similarly hoarse voice came from the crystal ball: "Operation Tower Downfall..."
"Officially begin."
On February 11, 795 of the New Calendar, the new sunshine gradually rose as usual, and the news of Pamir's assassination again spread to every corner of Tania City like the autumn wind that heralded the fate of the principality. In the real world, on March 24, the UEFA Cup finals also bloomed as scheduled in the same venue. Amid the passionate shouts of flowers and flowers, the last two games kicked off. Perhaps they also heard the breaking news in the gaming world. The number of spectators and professional players attending the game was smaller than before. This number decreased again when another major event broke out in Tania. Many people said: "Hosemann came forward!"
"He's going to announce something! He's giving a speech!"
"The Empire is about to launch a general attack, and he only showed up at this time..."
"He seems to be accepting the surrender document from the Empire! Come and watch the live broadcast!"
"Citizens of the Principality of Elnifea!"
More and more people appeared on the edict's platform. The old man's figure took a piece of paper surrounded by the parliamentarians, and then with the help of the early morning sunlight and magic amplification, he began this process. The last performance since the outbreak of the war: "I know that during the past period, you have been living in panic and fear all day long. Not only are you afraid of your own fate every day, but you are also worried about the future of the principality..."
"I, Horsman Biel, the president of the principality, make a solemn promise here! The principality of Ernifia will definitely continue to exist and will never be swallowed up by the empire!"
Outside the imperial front line in the south of Tania City, siege vehicles covered with iron armor slowly appeared on the edge of the horizon. Then, notifications for the players stationed at the front to disperse were spread to every row. Above the top of the society.
"But! The reason why the Empire attacked us should be clear to you now, that is, the ghosts from thousands of years ago have been mixed into the country of our principality, the restorers of the ancient magic empire!"
The players guarding various resurrection points in the city had just handed over their first squad to their companions and walked out of their respective surveillance points. Then, while stretching, they looked doubtfully in the direction where a sudden sound of surprise burst out.
"We will not easily succumb to the empire's violence and force, and we will not be defeated by these plots to usurp the throne! So... these scum who are trying to corrupt the principality should also be eradicated one by one by us!"
In the black market, Hank, who looked calm, opened a letter just from Queen Maggie. In Fenghua Town, a woman in white sitting on the top of the mountain suddenly opened her eyes. In the field hospital, people were busy with other things. Anweina wiped the sweat from her forehead. In the Adventurers Association, Feriston, who was still receiving many adventurers, stopped the pen in his hand, and then motioned to the other party to pass the temporary change of residence request.
"Today is an important day and the day I prepare to announce my decision."
On the platform, a heavy-faced Hosman unfolded the paper in his hand: "Based on the testimony of the empire, the feedback from the Fenghua Town Investigation Team and the Fals Investigation Team, we have found out the true face of the rebels. At this moment... …I will make their names public and let them accept the trial of the principality, the trial of the empire, and…the trial of the entire continent!”
"They are……"
The two old men sitting opposite each other in the library slowly turned their heads and looked at a young man also dressed in black robes who was slowly walking towards the main entrance outside the library. Over the church behind the high platform, a pair of people were suspended. The sisters in the air also turned their attention away from the Freedom City delegation, which was acting as a witness, and turned to the west side of the city. At the edge of the finals stage in the real world, Xue Ling Huan Bing closed the communication ball with a depressed face and turned to look at the two men who had just taken the stage and were preparing to compete for the individual championship, but she still had no idea in her mind. The figure of Duan Qing, who had been appearing for a long time, had just joined his companions who had been searching outside the city all night. Then, together with Huanmeng and Duan Fenglei, they looked up to the east where the speech was heard.
"It seems..."
"...Slanko Fes...Ossaid Stannair...Carlos Joseph...Pamir Rest..."
Listening to the names vaguely echoing in the horizon, Duan Qing, who looked at each other with the people around him, slowly darkened his face.
"Something serious has happened." Just after the meeting
