The Author's POV

[He gives the impression that we have a choice, but if the vast majority of the population abandons us, what are we supposed to do to make a living? Because no one is working anymore, nothing will work, and we will simply be forced to relocate along with everyone else.]

[I have every right to be angry. Why do we have to abandon our current lives? I understand that there will soon be a war, but what would be the point of fleeing? In the event that they end up losing, the next thing that will come under attack will be this new "safe haven." It's such an idiotic thing to do.]

[Whose choice was it to appoint him as the Head of the Alliance? Since Octavious is the most capable, he ought to be the one to take charge of everything... He was a significantly more capable leader than Ren ever was or ever will be.]

Click―!

"Huuu."

I turned off the screen and took a deep breath. It took every bit of strength I had not to rip the TV in half and start yelling curses.

'Do you really think there won't be any backlash?'

'I'm certain.'

My words were starting to haunt me.

When I thought about the words that I had said to Octavious with such confidence some time ago, I felt the anger that I had been attempting to stifle rise up once more, and I almost threw a fit.

'Fuck, and here I had hopes people were a lot smarter.'

I had given them too much credit.

'I now understand how presidents, or whoever is in charge, feel when they are in office.'

No matter what they did, they were going to get criticized, and the majority of the time, the people who were criticizing them probably didn't even have a complete understanding of what was happening and were just imitating the voices in their ears.

"Ignorance at its best, I guess."

I leaned back against my chair.

In a way, what they said wasn't completely faultless. The economy and society that had been established would collapse as a result of everyone migrating, leaving those who were left behind to fend for themselves.

I kind of knew this beforehand.

It was not difficult to foresee the effects that a massive migration would have on the economy and the functioning of society, but it was a necessary step for humanity.

If they did not migrate, the casualties that would come from the Third Cataclysm would simply be too disastrous.

You could say that I was aware of the repercussions that would come with the migration, but I chose not to act on them.

It was so that I'd indirectly force them to go to Immorra.

"Shit, am I becoming a politician?"

Oh no.

To Tok―!

A knock brought me out of my delusions, and Amanda entered the room. Her previously relaxed face became contorted as she surveyed the room.

"It's a mess."

"That…"

I looked around me and shut my mouth before I could even retort. There was a lot of clutter in the room, and there was nothing I could say to persuade her otherwise.

With papers strewn everywhere and sofa cushions thrown about in the room, I gave up resisting before putting up a fight.

"Come, I'm ready."

and extended both of

"?"

head cocked to the side; visible confusion etched

"Ready for what?"

"…For the punishment."

"What punishment?"

a step back and wearily looked at

adult, and I'm not your mother. You should know

That…

lot more than

"Oh."

down

are you getting

gently kneading them. It felt rather good as I leaned back and

Okay…

guess I could forgive

that I was mad

"How's the migration going?"

while closing my

voice reached my ears as I basked in the relaxing

'I needed this.'

been going without a hitch. Those who come from the same districts are being moved over

"A week's time?"

I'd take a month, but apparently, I had severely

everything was sorted out rather

have a list of how many chose

"Mhm."

and removed her hands from my shoulders. I instantly felt that something was missing, but I kept it

against

those who have chosen to remain are elderly people and people who feel

"I see."

was reassuring to learn that the number of people who decided to

make things a lot simpler

demons? Have

"About that…"

expression changed

She looked rather troubled.

Did something happen? Spit

"No, well…"

and looked at

She's taken charge of the operation at your orders, but she seems adamant about talking with you at the moment. She's been calling me

turned

'Well, shit.'

talk to me about. It was probably

Waylan…

had been delaying it for as long

of ways to explain to her what had happened to her father, and while

her father wasn't the person she thought

Kevin was still

should I

me back, and I pursed my

she

I'm not exactly sure since I'm not with her, but I've been getting

"I know…"

leaned

on a very important mission. A secretive one, and that he won't be able to meet her for a while. I'll fill her in