198 – Modern Civilization Victory
“Ahahahaha-!”
It is full of the boy’s unique refreshing laughter.
But the sound of laughter soon bounces off the stone wall and dissipates coldly.
Heresy Questioner Javert.
The boy squatted down, wiping the blood that had spattered from his face.
“Brother. No, you are a lost sheep. You don’t want to be stripped of not only your fur but also your skin like that sheep over there, right?”
“Eup-eup-eup!”
“Then tell me correctly. What are you solving in Liechten?”
“I don’t know…!”
“Ha. This won’t work.”
There was no sign of anything moving.
Javert’s hand didn’t move either.
But
— Pow!
With a dull noise, a large man fell gently onto the stone floor.
“It would be nice if everyone listened to me when I spoke kindly. I need to find someone else.”
Javert smiled brightly as he looked up at the stone wall with bright red traces.
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“Rally. This is my first time holding a rally.”
After leaving the student center.
Elena walked in a daze and muttered.
“Have meetings been held occasionally before?”
“Yes, it was held in a small way! Normally, an assembly would be a small nuisance for the student council. If newbies like me went out and asked for something, it would usually be disbanded right away. Usually, there was no need for that.”
“Hmm. Isn’t it difficult to gather people?”
“Yes! I was dispatched twice, but they were all small gatherings of less than 3 people! So it’s actually scary. I wonder if it would be impossible to gather 300 people.”
I see.
Well, most of the people who go to Lichten Academy are smart.
Furthermore, there are many children in the family who are awake.
This means that it is not easy to instigate.
A situation where we need to gather 300 such kids.
“Haaa…”
It was Elena who sighed, not me.
“As a member of the student council, it feels a little strange to participate in the rally.”
“Well, I guess that’s possible.”
“Then I’ll just leave it at this point.”
“Where are you running?”
“Geh!”
You can’t go anywhere.
One precious person.
“But, can’t we just pay money and recruit people?”
Elena is shocked by my question.
“Absolutely not! That is not possible!”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure, but no, no way!”
Silvia intervened instead of Elena.
“You may be punished by imperial law for being called up as a private soldier.”
“Calling up private soldiers?”
“Yes. Any act of paying money to gather people in a public place is strictly prohibited by imperial law. It is not a matter of school rules.”
“It’s a shame.”
“Yes.”
Elena, who was nodding her head next to her, stamped her feet.
“What should I do, brother? I don’t know how to hold a meeting! I don’t even know how to gather people for a meeting!”
Elena said, but Lina seemed to agree.
Geomgo was dozing off on my shoulder.
Sylvia was deep in thought with her arms crossed.
Silvia organized the situation.
“Gathering 300 people is never easy, especially if they are participants in a rally with some political purpose. There are less than 6 hours left, so we have to move quickly.”
This is a cool-headed analysis.
Sylvia’s cold tone is optimized to pierce her core.
It seems to point out sharply that we are too late.
Considering the nature of the Academy, where it is not easy to attract people, our situation certainly seems late.
“But I decided to approach it a little differently.”
“A different way?”
Sylvia tilted her head.
“We are not holding a rally.”
“Then?”
“We are protesting.”
“Protest…?”
Sylvia’s eyes narrowed, as if wondering what the difference was. She couldn’t stand it anymore and it was Elena who intervened.
“What exactly is a protest?”
“It’s a little more intense and fun than a rally. We get together and sing songs. When it gets dark, we light candles.”
“Oh—.”
Elena was simply excited, saying it looked quite fun.
In fact, that is what protests are like.
It looks scary from the outside, but once you get inside and participate, it’s bound to be fun.
Furthermore, since humans are social animals, those emotions are easily spread.
Sometimes it involves violence, but I have no intention of going that far.
Just being able to gather at that moment and have fun.
That is enough.
There are only some meaningful phrases and pickets in there.
“But it looks quite complicated. Would that many people gather in six hours? If it were me, I might be a little scared if there were a lot of people gathered.”
Lina tilted her head.
As expected from an insider, this is an insight that digs into people’s psychology.
“Actually, protests are not a big deal.”
“It’s not a big deal?”
The members tilt their heads while looking at me. I proudly declared my thoughts to the members except Danya and to Sylvia.
“Protest is fashion.”
“… Huh?”
“It means that when you participate in a protest, you have to look great and cool.”
A good catchphrase written on a picket.
A feeling of superiority, as if something were possible by holding that.
If you feel a sense of belonging with many people at the same time, at some point you will participate as a member of the protest.
“Isn’t this a very materialistic idea?”
I nodded to Sylvia’s point.
“If it’s a proper protest, there will actually be many cases where people with really good intentions gather. But.”
“But?”
“What we do is different. We have to gather as many people as possible as quickly as possible.”
“Yes.”
“If it’s difficult to make the other party understand our meaning, then we have to win with style.”
Sylvia, who was gently tapping her chin as if she was in trouble, muttered.
“… I think that’s a very accurate judgment.”
“Right?”
“Ian… You might be a genius after all.”
… What do you say?
While I was still distracted by the surprise compliment, Elena asked me a question.
“So how do you do this protest? It’s my first time!”
Elena’s sparkling eyes.
If that’s the case, there’s nothing to worry about.
I saw this and that before I was possessed.
It was because of this moment that I sent Sylvia away early.
“Sylvia, are you ready for what I asked for?”
“Yes. A delivery must have arrived at the square.”
According to her words, an appropriate amount of supplies had arrived at the square.
An Instagrammable picket with white letters on a black background.
A black disposable mask that looks good in a photo – but fits the concept of a silent protest.
And candles to be used when the sun goes down.
This is enough preparation.
“Oh, that’s right.”
I opened KirTalk and found a name.
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Lichten Academy Newspaper Department.
Chief Brody.
After receiving a call from Ian, she immediately took her camera and ran to the central square of the Academy’s first student center.
“Gasp!”
She really liked Ian Black Angus.
This man is real.
Wherever you go, you are bombarded with news stories.
The reason why the Liechten Newspaper Department was revived brilliantly – Ian Lee Saram owns more than 90% of the shares.
“What on earth are we planning to do today?”
Is my heart pounding because of running?
Or maybe my heart is pounding at the wonders Ian will show me?
Brody couldn’t tell.
That’s how we arrived at the central square.
“Gasp… Gasp…!”
After catching his breath for a moment while holding his knees, Brody lifted his head with difficulty.
And then I was surprised.
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This is because the atmosphere of the square, which had always been dull, had changed to become quite realistic.
The sunlight began to dimly set.
Orange halogen lights help the sunlight illuminate the surroundings.
In such a moody atmosphere, a girl is going back and forth eagerly.
“Many cats are being driven to their deaths. Why not give them a helping hand little by little? Please join us and help these poor cats.”
Black cat ears.
Black mask.
This is Lina Roswell with a black tail.
Towards her walking around among the people with a picket and mask in her hands.
— Snap!
Brody pointed the magic engineering camera at him without realizing it.
Lina’s appearance captured on camera could be considered a pictorial.
Not only was she good looking, but the atmosphere here was just as cool.
This is probably why people passing by gather one by one.
A girl runs towards Brody.
“Sponsorship goes here… Gehehehehe!”
The person who invited Brody was holding the back of the girl whose eyes were shining brightly. She was Ian Black Angus.
“Calm down, Elena. Are you here, Brody? Ignore what this guy says. He’s so excited he doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
“Ah… Yes.”
Brody, who was looking at her blankly, shook his head and asked him.
“What kind of festival is this now?”
“No. It’s not a festival, it’s a rally.”
“Gathering?”
“Yes.”
Ian opened his mouth.
“You probably heard that the Academy issued a notice to dispose of the cat.”
“That’s right.”
“I want to prevent that. Cats are precious creatures. No, it’s not just cats that are precious. All lives, no matter how small, are precious.”
“Ah.”
“That’s why I want to protect cats for the sake of all living things.”
Ian looked around.
Brody also turned his head to follow him.
Well over 100 people gathered.
Black masks worn by everyone.
Candle in hand.
And a black picket written in fancy handwriting.
[Cats with us]
[ Even small lives are precious ]
[Please stop disposing of cats]
Brody, who was playing hard with the camera…
“Ah.”
I suddenly thought that I wanted to join that procession.
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“Queunnng!”
Beke stretched and looked up from the documents he was checking.
[ 19:00 ]
The clock hands already point to 19 o’clock.
There was only one hour left in the 24 hours given to Ian Black Angus.
Beke stood up.
She opened the door of the student center and headed to the central square.
“300 People? There’s no way we could have gathered them. No. We probably couldn’t have gathered even 10 people.”
Puhup-!
With a light scoff, Becke quickly moved her feet towards where her Ian would be.
Earth style protest is coming!!!