Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

The day has finally come.

The sunshine shines on the beacon hill where the congregation is held.

The hills are particularly bright because the light reflects one more time on the lamp that has been installed to allow the meeting to take place until evening.

4,000.

It was a number that was slightly over half the total.

One of them has the right to vote.

The Necromancer and the Distinguished Sister did not attend the parliament in search of information going east.

‘What is Ember's third? ’

Suddenly, you hear Rubia's clear voice breaking her mind.

“Everyone... is old. ”

I didn't think about human age at all, but I lived to be conscious. When I heard Rubia's words, I turned around and nodded my head.

It seemed that the average age of Embermere was at least 10 years older than the capital city of the empire.

“I see.”

“Are you sure you want to consider gathering at least 15 years old? It's like reading in a book. He has the technology to turn old bodies into bodies, and most of all... citizens of Embermere don't want to have children. ”

Rubia blinks and explains.

“Childbirth is much easier with the development of medicine, but she doesn't want to have children. Why do you think that is? ”

For a moment, I thought about her question.

“It's because your body... doesn't like life being violated by a child. ”

Rubia nods.

“That's right. That's exactly right. But they say it's bigger. ”

“I don't know.”

Rubia smiles as she gives up her answer.

“You can't ask your child. They think that it's the greatest offense to get them to start living. ”

“Oh."

— That •

If you are born, you may have to live with desire and pain for the rest of your life.

And, of course,

No one can make it up to you, no one can make it up to you.

Citizens of Ember.

From his or her perspective, and from the child's.

‘You must hate childbirth. ’

When I'm in the wrong place.

“An agenda proposal. ”

On the highest hill in Beacon Hill, Brahms' voice echoes loudly.

“The Chairman proposes alone. There are clear signs that the Empire is preparing for an invasion war...

To strengthen our readiness, we would like to limit our Lurium consumption per citizen to less than 1 liter. ”

The Duke has already gone through a massive purge of anti-radio waves.

It was explained that the military was being maintained and that the ships were being built.

The reaction of the citizens is all cold.

“Together... let's protect Ember! ”

It was a speech that felt affection for the city you live in.

But at the end of the speech,

Mocking, as if promised, all over the place.

There was a rampage.

“An excuse for dictatorship! ”

“How the hell do you know so much about information across the ocean? ”

“If you're stockpiling up on Parliament shares, why are you trying to steal half of what's left of the people? Conspiracy! If this is allowed, everything will be taken away! ”

“What's brahms? What the hell makes you decide this? ”

“Eh……. ”

Some of the citizens seemed to agree with the chairman, but the square was already overwhelmed by atmosphere.

Moreover, the presence of fanatics such as to attack the opposition is clearly interfering with the opinion statement.

“That.... ”

If you follow the twists and turns that provoke the chairman.

You see someone moving around among the dense citizens.

who moves like a shadow without people noticing, whispering to certain people, passing messages, sending a call.

“It's Shia...? ”

“Where?”

But Rubia is as windy as she can't see.

‘Are you completely subjugated? ’

Looks like you're Gloria's henchman.

Somehow, I thought the way the rumor spread was organized and dense, and she was behind it.

‘Should I have stopped him even if I had to use force? ’

I feel a little regretful about leaving sleeping Asia behind.

“That's ridiculous. ”

Rubia was more angry with the landscape than she was with.

I was angry.

“What childish incitement? ”

The voice amplifier on the security bots is automatically utilized.

“Don't you have any proof? All you do is make compelling claims. Where the hell is justice? As far as I'm concerned, I'm willing to kill someone and decorate as much as I want! Think about it one by one! ”

A sharp shout cools down a corner of the square for a moment.

“My name is Ray Rubia.... I didn't realize until just recently that Grasmear

He was a lord. The Empire is not only a lord like me who opposes wars, but also lords who do not want to proactively commandeer supplies and troops…. ”

She continues.

The presence of a security bot guarding Rubia makes it difficult for provokers to intimidate her.

But...

A moment when some hearts are about to shake.

A wandering shadow stands in front of Rubia.

“Ray Rubia. ”

Gray hair with red eyes.

It was a familiar face.

But something deeply frowned upon disappears.

She's free with the world.

It's like he wants to get back to somewhere soon after finishing things up.

He said with a slightly dazed expression.

“That Security Bot doesn't come with two liters of Lurium. ”

“Th... ”

“With no strength, no aptitude, but the chairman's favor, brahms, is that an incredibly powerful weapon to use? ”

It's buzzing around.

“Hard to make, and you take it from Brahms that there aren't many in Ember. ”

“Say no. ”

“I've just arrived at Ember, and frankly, I'm not the type to play an important role. Oh, is this an important role for you? ”

“This guy is... out of his mind.... ”

I stepped forward and stared at him.

She's got the wrong eye for focus.

And in the square.

There are already many humans with similar eyes to hers.

At least half.

Is this why we let as many beginners experience the ideal?

To bring things down with force.

"... I'll kill 2,000 civilians."

It is unwise to leave the availability.

“Wait!”

Brahms cries out as all sorts of temptations pour into Rubia.

“Citizens, I trust you will not fall for this kind of fornication. I ask those who are spreading false rumors to borrow this place now. Why are you doing this to me? ”

“Chairman.”

In one of the voice-activated amplifiers in several places in the square, a distinct man's voice comes out.

“Sole Chairman Bram, why do we have to defend the city? ”

“W-what? ”

I can't believe I ever thought I'd hear Brahms talk like that.

Buries.

“What the hell are you saying... …. ”

“Not sure? ”

I heard it somewhere else.

Again, a mechanically amplified voice.

“Will there be war? ”

Questions spill in time.

The chairman is just about to answer.

The answer is not listened to, but words pour out elsewhere.

It's like confronting a chairman from all over.

One tempo, one clear shot.

His voice becomes his doctor.

Amplifier that spreads throughout the square.

Amplifiers installed everywhere can only be used one at a time in a given location.

It was echoing at the exact moment, in turn, as if it had made a promise.

“If it happens, are you confident you'll win the war? ”

“Of course... I'm preparing because I think I'll win. It's hard to be sure, but, of course, if you're not preparing for war, and you continue to consume it in your dreams, just like you do now,

Losing…… ”

At that time, a citizen approached near Brahms.

‘I think I've seen him somewhere. ’

A human man with a familiar face asked, looking up at the countless Ember citizens from the top of the monolith.

“In war, how do you ensure that none of them are sacrificed? ”

“That's ……! No matter how prepared you are, you can't make any promises. ”

“I can't even guarantee the lives of those who forfeit my share. ”

The man said decisively.

When I thought about it, I remembered where I saw it.

He was one of Gloria's servants in her dream room.

‘There wasn't one or two numbers. ’

Even if it doesn't appear like that, there won't be many people mobilized around the square.

“Even if you survive, what guarantee do you have that you will be happy in a post-war world? If you can spend an hour in the dream machine, that's 150 days ideal. ”

“But it's a fake. ”

Like Brahms said.

Suddenly, voices of ridicule protrude from the square.

“What's a fake in the first place? ”

“Is Ember real? Is it fake? Can you prove that this place is real? ”

“But I'm pretty sure the dream machine is fake. Are you willing to give up everything in your dreams to wake up one day? ”

“In the long run, we all die someday! ”

You hear a resolute cry.

“The reason for turning away from a definite ideal

Where the hell is he? ”

“In ideology, the technology of not knowing this is a dream, and choosing what you know, has just been completed. ”

If you don't know it's a dream, then it's no longer a dream.

If you can hold back the moment you need to wake up as long as death and turn away, what is different from life?

It becomes a lifetime.

[Fairy tale rate drops…….]

[49.85% …….]

Familiar with the feeling of camouflage.

I searched everywhere as fast as I could to find something.

I don't see anything special.

“Isn't that right, Gloria? ”

The man who went up to the platform suddenly looks at the citizens.

Gloria stood there.

Everyone's gaze was on her.

Wearing a white dress, as always, she nods like an angel.

“That's right."

I nodded with a very gentle expression, but the citizens were drawn to her in an instant.

“If you... want war. ”

Gloria looks at Brahms and says,

“Dream on. There, you can experience the endless war you want. But nobody really gets sick, nobody gets hurt. ”

“What kind of war do I want……! ”

But Gloria turned away from the answer.

Instead, a man on a single-phase platform

I look at it and ask.

“For an hour of uncertainty after a war, would you give up 150 days of absolute ideals? ”

“No!”

“No!”

“I refuse!”

“You're crazy!”

Angry shouts sweep through the square like a script.

“For an uncertain day that may or may not come, where there is no guarantee of happiness, should we really give up 10 years of ideals? ”

The man on the ground says:

A ridiculous shout resonates in the square even stronger than before.

Brahms looks shocked and looks at the citizens below the statue.

“Are... you sure you want to forsake the fate of your own city?" Even if this Embermere, called the Thousands of Territories, dies, will you live in your visions now? Are you just a bunch of poets who paint their ears... with those thin wills? ”

It was then.

“Solo chairman Bram. ”

A man who appears to be Gloria's henchman says,

“Of course, we're not going to use all of the lurium. Isn't there an amount allocated to Congress? ”

“You just use it to create a gust over the ocean. You don't have to prepare the amount for the weapon. If the Imperium invades, all we have to do is prevent it from landing. ”

“Yes! Yes! ”

“Save it in Congress or write it properly! ”

“That's why you became chairman! ”

Screams of readiness tear Brahms' heart out.

Chairman thinks.

I believed in the people.

What exactly is the right thing to say?

Does it mean that all this time, service has been meaningless to them?

Kick it. Kick it.

Numerous reels that were returning from the body stop together.

What life you have lived.

Why would I?

Ember's like this.

“What do you... think of me...?" ”

“Don't you like the role of watching dreamers, Chairman? It suits you very well. It won't be any different than before. ”

Not a negative amplification.

I miss the people next to me.

A girl who brings people to her dreams whispers as little as a whisper.

“No... it's not. I……! ”

As intended.

Place the auditory circuits as clearly in Brahms' ears as they expand.

A creature who has been single-handedly supporting Ember's administration by turning its brutal body into an endless machine.

A remission was seeping into his mind.

Despair and anger mingle.

He exclaims at the citizens.

“I believed I was living the same dream you are. I believed in the value of Embermere. But what it's like to be a watchman all by yourself when you're distracted...! ”

“If you refuse,”

The man on the platform stops talking.

_Tak.

“I'll come up with an agenda. ”

At first glance, it was a long piece of paper with hundreds of signatures.

“An offer with more than 500 signatures. ”

“What about the agenda...? ”

“Chairman's impeachment. Ever since then, every Lurium the Council has dreamed of...

It's used. If you use it all, citizens... ”

The man on the platform looked at the citizens and said,

“You can dream much longer, not 30 years... but 60 years. ”

Citizens somehow looked at Gloria.

Gloria, a virtuous woman standing in the middle of the crowd, nods slowly and smiles softly, as if she's right.

“I... don't want everyone to fight... but I want this to be... done peacefully. ”