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."

extended both of

"?"

cocked to the side;

"Ready for what?"

"…For the punishment."

"What punishment?"

took a step back and wearily looked

adult, and I'm not your mother. You should know better and take care of your surroundings without the

That…

hurt a lot more

"Oh."

lifelessly sat down in

getting

gently kneading them. It felt rather good as

Okay…

guess I could

was mad at her,

"How's the migration going?"

while

ears as I basked in

'I needed this.'

going without a hitch. Those who come from the same districts are being moved over one at a time,

"A week's time?"

I expected. I'd originally thought I'd take a month, but apparently, I had severely underestimated how well organized

their help, everything was sorted out

how many

"Mhm."

removed her hands from my shoulders. I instantly felt that something was missing,

leaned against

remain are elderly people and people who feel a strong connection to the land and the homes they have lived in all

"I see."

what I had anticipated, but it was reassuring to learn that the number of people

things a lot simpler and

situation with the demons? Have you

"About that…"

expression changed

She looked rather troubled.

it? Did something happen? Spit

"No, well…"

and

you at the moment.

turned my

'Well, shit.'

what Emma wanted to talk to me about. It was probably the whereabouts of

Waylan…

and had been delaying

even after all of this time, struggled to think of ways to explain to her what had happened to her father, and while telling her the truth was

going to tell her that her father wasn't the person

only Kevin

What should

brought me back, and I pursed my

hand, she looked at

message her right now. I'm not exactly sure since I'm not with her, but I've been getting reports that she's rather restless these days. I

"I know…"

and leaned

now, tell Emma to focus on her mission. Regarding her father, tell her that he's on a very important mission. A secretive one, and that he won't be able to meet her for a while. I'll