Chapter 216: My Identify Is… (1)

[On the night of the new emperor’s coronation, a terrorist attack occurred at a hotel in Rien.]

[… The hotel, known for dealing only with VIPs, was considered the most luxurious hotel on the continent, but now it’s in such a disastrous state that even traces of it are hard to find.]

[The number of fatalities is currently estimated at 7. Experts speculate that since the targeted hotel boasted top-notch security, the guests, who were not only escorted by personal guards but also possessed strong combat skills, likely didn’t end up crushed under the debris.]

[There are around 1,200 injured individuals. The significantly low number of casualties, given the scale, is attributed to the efforts of Shiron Prient, newly appointed fiancé of the Empire’s Swordmaster.]

[Traces of simple sword slashes, not bombs or magic, were found everywhere. The perpetrator is presumed to be highly skilled, and according to eyewitnesses, the last seen group with distinctive black hair from the Empire entered the hotel…]

[Condemning the Empire’s past actions, along with relentless political slogans…]

[The newspaper extends gratitude to Shiron Prient, who continues to spare no effort in aiding the injured.]

“…”

Victor, placing down the newspaper, appeared extraordinarily weary. Not solely was it due to the terrorist assault on the day of the coronation, but additionally due to the occasions of yesterday, the place he needed to tackle the group and condemn the terrorists’ actions amidst numerous folks.

Although Victor herself felt enraged upon listening to of the tragedy, it paled compared to the fury of the residents. Proud to be a part of the pillar of humanity that was the Empire, they poured out even higher wrath upon studying that their homeland had been focused by terrorists.

And so, the anger of the lots, numbering within the 1000’s, was transmitted to Victor like a pointy blade.

Even at this time, after an evening had handed, Victor vividly felt the sensations of that second.

Malice, anger, and malice once more, revenge, and negativity in numerous kinds.

Regardless that the fury wasn’t directed at Victor, if she have been to face earlier than them…

“You’ve dealt with it effectively.”

A voice interrupted her ideas. The previous emperor, now in seclusion, held the identical newspaper in his hand as Victor.

“Actually?”

“Sure, standing earlier than many individuals is a tough process. To not point out going through the general public, the place an outburst wouldn’t be misplaced even underneath regular circumstances… It should have been a difficult place, akin to these legendary figures in tales.”

“… How was it?”

Taking off his glasses, Signer requested. The smile that appeared on his face revealed a childlike curiosity, overshadowing his age.

“It felt like… as if the heavens have been testing me.”

Victor conveyed her real emotions concerning the state of affairs. Although she wouldn’t have spoken of it earlier than, coping with Signer now appeared in some way simpler.

Not coercion and autocracy, however generosity and pure pleasure.

Regardless of feeling discomfort on the sight of his father seemingly changing into a unique particular person, Victor didn’t miss the chance to be taught from Signer’s strategy.

“Properly then, you could nonetheless be within the midst of a take a look at.”

Franz chuckled, his demeanor exuding pleasure somewhat than concern.

“Properly, lets speculate on the faction liable for the terrorist assault?”

“Isn’t it apparent? These uncivilized ones who don’t even know who they owe their lineage to.”

Victor’s fist tightened steadily. Signer noticed her vigorous response with curiosity.

“Although we want detailed investigation outcomes, the suspicions have already solidified.”

“There are lots of savages.”

“Coming into as a minority elite and collapsing a whole constructing with out utilizing any magical instruments… There aren’t many who would commit such absurd acts.”

The savages of Silleya. Victor’s meant goal was clear.

“In that case, what do you plan we do? You probably did proclaim peace and prosperity on the ceremony…”

“Your Majesty, please don’t search my reply. In the event you wished to confirm my ideas one after the other, I’d have abdicated.”

“…”

“You could search the reply your self.”

Maybe as a result of the general public with strained shoulders have been sufferers, there was a continuing clamor for numerous requests…

“I noticed it clearly. The terrorists have been savages with black hair.”

Whereas making an attempt to suppress the urge to lash out at the whole lot, ominous rumors continued to flow into, and the headache wouldn’t go away.

On this world, there was just one group of savages with black hair.

[Nomadic Tribe Sileria]

Whereas silently praying numerous occasions in her coronary heart that the terrorists weren’t them, Siriel was genuinely shocked by the response the royal household had introduced forth.

Border discount. Siriel rapidly grasped its significance and checked out Shiron.

“It’s not a tepid response. It’s somewhat ruthless.”

“…Ruthless?”

“Yeah, I don’t know whose thought it was, nevertheless it was fairly cleverly devised.”

“Balancing pursuits and justifications, that’s why.”

Deviale, who was pouring espresso, interjected. He additionally appeared exhausted, maybe from the dedication he and his clergymen had proven in treating sufferers for the previous three days.

“By merely lowering just a few expeditions and pulling the borders inward, the Empire can nonetheless preserve its power intact. However it received’t be the case for different teams. In all probability, we received’t even have the posh to care concerning the waves of demons that infiltrate throughout the continent.”

“So…?”

Siriel’s head tilted in confusion, and Shiron continued Deviale’s phrases.

“If the aim of the fear turns into well-known and palpable, then it’s achieved. They cursed for the Empire’s demise, however by truly orchestrating the downfall of the Empire, they’re solely bringing wreck upon themselves.”

“As anticipated of a hero. You already see by way of all of it.”

“…After all. They could even come to the Empire and beg us to cease the demons. Moreover, we’d even ship help to the terrorists who instigated the fear.”

“…”

“Oh, it was a radical transfer that we failed to note. Blah blah blah. I received’t complain anymore… So long as it stops there.”

Avoiding the Cardinal’s gaze, Shiron let loose a bitter sigh.

In the meantime, somebody murmured from the nook.

“Isn’t that… too harsh?”

It was Lucia. After getting back from her travels and Shiron’s whereabouts, she discovered herself within the midst of chaos. Ultimately, she ended up becoming a member of the reduction efforts earlier than she might even clear her personal doubts.

“Simply kill those who dedicated the fear.”

Lucia added timidly.

“Not everybody did incorrect…”

Lucia mumbled together with her head buried in her knees.

She wished to rapidly inform Shiron concerning the secret of her beginning, however she couldn’t discover the best second to take action.

Luck wasn’t on her facet.

The destruction of the savages? The shadow of the Empire planning it? In such a state of affairs, it wasn’t straightforward to talk carelessly.

And she or he wasn’t within the temper for it from the beginning.

The phrase she had heard numerous occasions prior to now, “savage.”

The phrase “savage” was now resounding in all places within the Empire. It echoed in her ears wherever she went, and now it was even coming from the mouths of shut mates.

Lucia was not Kyrie, and it had been over 500 years since she left the Silleria tribe. Furthermore, although it was clear that they weren’t cursing her, her identification as a Northern Barbarian had lengthy been forgotten…

It felt unusually uncomfortable.

It was a wierd state of affairs.