yready Chapter 427 Political Alarm
Chapter 427 Political Alarm
Godfrey lifted his hand and their chants increased.
'If someone told me I'd be here today, I would never have believed it. Being praised by people and being hated by them produce two different feelings. Their hate made me depend on myself, but their love makes me want to depend on them. Like I'm not my own person anymore but carried by thousands. I never would have thought about this, but… being hated was the best thing that ever happened to me.'
Godfrey's eyes flickered.
'Because if these people leave me today, I'll still remain who I am. And that's because I found myself when they all looked at a false picture.'
He retrieved his knights, leaving only Mountain, Solstice, and Tempest. They were knights; forcing them to stand here for a prolonged period of time would be degrading to their duty.
At least Mountain, Solstice, and Tempest could stay as 'guards.'
Solstice stood ahead of him, on the right, arms crossed. That posture looked like he was passive, but it was actually an easy way for him to reach out to his swords.
Mountain was also ahead of Godfrey, but on the left, his massive shield by his side and the hammer-axe swung over his shoulder.
His shield was like a golden metal wall to the crowd.
Tempest floated above it all, his lightning tendril wings spreading out like a canopy.
"Nine! He has nine summons, and the old ones… they've changed… and they feel much stronger than before. I remember that one with tendril wings used to have a hood. I mean, he looks much tougher now, and the one with the shield didn't have horns or that pelt before." Nathan spoke up as he saw the comments.
"I doubt they're demigods, though. It can't be that all his summons are demigods. There would be no sense in that." Nathan said as he reached out to a member of his team who had struggled to the front.
"Where's the gauge?" he whispered.
The guy struggled to move his hands but was finally able to bring out the gauge.
This gauge was smaller, like a phone. All you needed was a picture.
Nathan's teammate took a shot of Solstice and looked at Nathan.
"Demigod." He whispered, pointing at Solstice.
"There you have it. That one with the twin swords is a demigod. I'm not surprised. It's to be—"
"The other one with the shield is also a demigod."
"What?" Nathan turned to his teammate, slightly surprised, but this was still within his expectations.
"Two demigods. That's…"
"The one with wings is also a demigod. 33.5. That's the lowest."
At that final report, Nathan froze.
"W-What?! Are you telling me that all his summons are demigods?!"
He turned back to Godfrey. His eyes were wide. This was beyond shock. It was unbelievable. Where in the world did this guy come from?
King of Summoners was indeed a befitting name.
His thoughts came to a halt when Godfrey cut the tape and the fog cleared, revealing him and his knights. It looked like the entire thing was carved out of a massive chunk of marble.
Godfrey stood at the front, and behind him were his knights. They formed a kind of circle, with Godfrey at the front.
Tempest was above, his tendril wings reaching the ground in order to support the statue.
While the chants of Staten's Angel reached their peak at this revelation, Godfrey finally graced the platform.
He adjusted the microphone and cleared his throat.
"I admit there are Fanatics out there. I've been called one myself, but the truth is, the narrative is twisted, and I'm proof of that."
Godfrey began.
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Crash!
Mrs. Fukushima's cup of tea fell from her hand to the ground. This was her break time, but the news her assistant brought made her heart pound.
Staring at the phone, her eyes became bloodshot the more Godfrey spoke. Her body trembled as she clenched her teeth, rage threatening to burst out of her.
"Why is this being broadcast live?! Get it down this instant!!"
She snapped, storming for her office.
"Shut down every station in Japan at this moment, or this won't be pretty."
Barging into her room, she picked up a telephone and dialed a number. A calm male voice responded.
"To what do I owe this call, Mrs. Fukushima?"
"Arthur. What are you doing?!" She was on the verge of screaming but controlled herself.
"I'm sitting in my office, dealing with matters concerning my country. Since when was that a problem?"
Mrs. Fukushima scoffed.
"You won't have a country to speak of soon enough if you continue to give that boy free rein. I thought you let him marry your daughter to control him?"
She slammed the table.
"Can't you see what he's doing? He's spreading information that will not just stall the progress of restoring proper order but might potentially destroy it! When the public has no evil to face, do you think they'll trust and rely on the authorities as they do now?"
Arthur was silent for a moment.
"Mrs. Fukushima, several lives have suffered because of this decision. People have been forced to join the Fanatics, others have suffered rejection and constant bullying. We are enslaving people for being different, capitalising on one man's deeds to punish people who weren't even born then."
Mrs. Fukushima's expression became ugly.
"Are you lecturing me? A few are suffering in order for us to restore order to this world. Do you know how the world was after the apocalypse? It took a united purpose to bring us back together, and you want one stupid sentiment to destroy it?"
She nodded, clenching her teeth hard.
"You're leaving that position. We're voting you out."
Arthur's cold reply wounded her ears.
"Do that, and I'll tell the world what I know. Once I affirm what he said, to the fact that these humanoids aren't all that bad and we're actually using them to manipulate the people into believing in one cause, the world will erupt."
"Hahaha!" Mrs. Fukushima laughed. "You've shown your true colours."
"I never hid them. The Council of the Heads thought that they could control me with those oaths and laws, but I'm not a pet. I am a dragon."
Arthur switched off the call, dropped the telephone, and returned his gaze to the screen where he watched Godfrey speak.
A change was coming… it was for the better, but his only concern was… what would this cost?
Had the world gone so deep into hate that a revolution would cause a fracture?