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A protest has broken out in Machina, the land of the dwarves. I learned of it through the newspaper.
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From my standpoint, it was a completely unexpected event, so I couldn’t help but be taken aback. Machina was a fairly important country to , after all.
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The Minerva Empire is known to have the strongest economy, but its productivity is surprisingly low.
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While productivity is certainly linked to economic strength, Minerva’s economic power cos from its tightly-woven economic system.
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It was the first to establish a “central bank” to strictly manage national finances, and even has institutions to oversee financial operations.
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Despite its weaker productivity, Minerva is ho to the largest population in the world.
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This sheer manpower, combined with its unique economic system, allows it to display overwhelming economic power.
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Although it was shaken by a demon worshipper printing counterfeit money, it managed to avoid collapse—if it were any other nation, it might have led to a full-blown economic depression.
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Still, even the mighty Minerva Empire pales in comparison to Machina when it cos to productivity.
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Just pick anyone off the street and throw them into the factory—problem solved.
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What humans call “technology” is nothing more than “toys” to the dwarves. They’re truly a race of craftsn.
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[The King of Machina, Bourgeois V. “Nothing happened.”]
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[The protesters have dispersed and returned to work.]
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However, just because they are a race of artisans doesn’t an they are machines.
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The protest that erupted this ti was the result of years of pent-up frustration finally exploding.
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As the newspaper reported, the protest ended quickly, and the king personally stated that nothing had happened—but I could sense the truth.
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They were clearly suppressed. The protesters were likely t with violence or dragged off to prison.
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Earth has a similar history—no, an almost identical one—so it was easy to guess. The only difference is that this happened before any kind of industrial revolution.
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Such overwhelming productivity often hides a dark underbelly. Machina is no exception.
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“One of the printing presses has stopped running. We just couldn’t keep up with demand anymore.”
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While I was studying the newspaper, soone quietly spoke up from the front. I looked up to see who it was.
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It was Musk, looking unusually weary. His cheeks had sunken—he had clearly been through a lot.
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Since the protests involved dwarf factories related to papermaking, it must have impacted the publishers too.
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Apparently, once the protests started, the supply couldn’t keep up with demand. Things were already on edge, and now production had all but ground to a halt.
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Currently, not only Blood and Steel but also the Zenon Chronicles are still being published. This is truly the golden age of books.
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Originally, commoners didn’t read much, but after the Zenon Chronicles, readership exploded. The number of students entering literature programs also surged as a result.
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The Zenon Chronicles acted like a stepping stone, and a massive wave of people grew closer to books.
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“The presses are doing their best. But the new releases…”
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“I’m sorry, but even if you give us the manuscript, we won’t be able to print it right away. It’ll take at least half a month before we have any breathing room.”
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Paper production—papermaking—is mostly done by hand. Even with so machinery, it still requires a human touch.
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The massive amount of paper used from the Zenon Chronicles to Blood and Steel was basically squeezing the dwarf factories dry.
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In other words, I was the root cause. All I did was write books, yet it led to these side effects. I couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
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‘But how did I not realize this until now?’
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Compared to when I first investigated Machina, the problems are worse than I expected. Even with dia censorship, I barely knew anything about the suffering in the dwarf factories.
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Why? If I had known the reality of Machina, I would have written more about the founding of the Soviet Union in greater detail.
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While I was lost in thought, Musk quietly spoke, noticing the confusion on my face.
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“Is sothing bothering you?”
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“Huh? Oh, no… I’m just a bit puzzled.”
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“Puzzled about what?”
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“Why didn’t I hear about this sooner? If I had known the dwarf factories were suffering like this, I would’ve made adjustnts.”
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After all, I’m surrounded by people with influence on a national level. Even if there are no dwarves among them, they could’ve told the state of things. But no one did. Or perhaps they really didn’t know.
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It’s possible that Machina’s information control is just that good, but I still had a nagging feeling.
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“…It’s too complicated to explain simply. But fundantally, they’re trying to nip any seeds of revolution in the bud.”
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When I voiced my doubts, Musk tugged on his mustache in thought before replying.
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I had a rough idea of what he ant, so I asked:
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“This is because of the Zeros Revolution too?”
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“Yes. If a revolution broke out in Machina as well, other countries would be forced to take notice. With all the unrest caused by demon worshippers, the timing couldn’t be worse socially.”
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“…”
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I nodded at his reasonable explanation. This man should’ve gone into politics, not business.
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If not for the current instability caused by the demon worshippers, the surrounding nations probably would’ve jumped at the chance to attack Machina.
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Even without a clear justification, Machina was already disliked by its neighbors.
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But as he said, now is not the ti. Especially with the Minerva Empire still struggling with demon worshippers.
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Fortunately, I managed to calm things down sowhat by hosting an “event,” but they still suffered considerable humiliation.
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If a revolution were to break out in Machina now, it could set off a chain reaction that spirals out of control.
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“That’s part of it, but the biggest reason is probably you, Isaac.”
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“?”
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“Yes. If the dwarf factories stop producing, the publication of your works will naturally be delayed. If your fa were even slightly lower, maybe they wouldn’t care.
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But because you’re so popular, they’re forced to keep working despite everything. King Bourgeois V probably exploited that to suppress them.”
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In other words, leverage. He likely pressured them with sothing like: “If you delay his works, you’ll be the ones to suffer.”
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This too is a consequence of the power of divine right going too far. No matter what I say, Machina would probably insist they were just serving their god.
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They’d say they only did it for the sake of their god. That they worked hard in fear of divine punishnt.
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‘It’s unlikely we’ll see a Marx or Lenin erge in these tis.’
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Marx ford his ideas after witnessing the conditions of workers during the Industrial Revolution, and Lenin was influenced by Marx.
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But in this era, it’s unlikely that humans—or other races, for that matter—will develop similar ideologies.
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Especially with Machina’s ironclad information control, outsiders have no way of knowing the truth. Even I didn’t know.
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Even now, the protest was treated as a re “riot” and was swiftly suppressed at the national level.
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If the internet existed, people might have noticed. But in this world, people rely solely on rumors and the press.
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Fortunately, I have a powerful network that allows to see the truth. Ordinary people would never know.
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‘They treat the factory workers’ cries as re whining.’
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That’s also why Musk ca to see —because the dwarves staged protests over “trivial” matters, and it delayed production.
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But if they knew those “trivial” reasons were due to unreasonable working conditions, how would they react?
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Musk, at least, is known for treating his employees well. So I decided to test him, and learn more in the process.
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“Musk.”
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“Yes, go ahead.”
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“How many hours do your employees work per day?”
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“…?”
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Musk blinked, clearly wondering about the intent of my question. I just smiled warmly, with an innocent expression that gave nothing away.
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Looking puzzled, he tilted his head and answered:
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“Unless they’re on night shift, they work from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. Lately, there’s been a lot of overti, but we pay generous bonuses.”
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“And how much is their salary?”
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“That depends on rank and position. For example, a senior accountant can make close to 80 gold per month. We pay extra on days when taxes need to be filed.”
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“And if an employee gets into an accident?”
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“Well, we’re a publishing company, so accidents are rare… but do you rember when I was attacked by a demon worshipper?”
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Of course I did. That incident was so dangerous that he even considered buying a temple—sothing no normal person would ever consider.
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He’s since relocated the company to our domain, but it was a very serious matter.
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“If anything like that happens, we cover dical expenses and recomnd at least half a year of rest. Of course, salaries are still paid during that ti. After what I went through, I know how traumatic it can be.”
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“Then…”
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I trailed off, recalling the miserable conditions of workers in my past life. Standards varied by country, but the worst cases were truly horrific.
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“Sixteen-hour shifts a day.”
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“Excuse ?”
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“No break ti. No compensation even if injured on the job. Children are also allowed to work under the sa conditions.”
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“……”
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“What would you think if such a workplace existed?”
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Musk blinked again, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. Then he replied, incredulous:
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“I want employees—not slaves.”
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“But you’d make more money this way.”
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“I don’t buy and sell human lives. And anyway, does such a business even exist?”
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A truly Musk-like answer. I chuckled and shook my head at his expression of complete disbelief.
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“The exploitation of the dwarf factories is purely my imagination. It’ll probably take a few days to get accurate information.”
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“I wouldn’t know. Anyway, I’ll publish the new volu slowly. But we need to take steps so that no one can use my na for anything strange.”
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“Anyone who tries will be punished by the heavens.”
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“The gods wouldn’t intervene for sothing like this.”
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If the gods were to get involved, it would probably take a fanatic savior. I’m certainly no saint myself.
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Still, so precautions are necessary. You never know what kind of stunt Machina might pull with their powerful information control.
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‘To do that, I need Kate’s help. But when the hell is she coming back?’
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It had already been three months since Kate left. No contact. No idea what she was doing.
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‘Just a bit longer. I’ll wait a little more.’
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For now, focus on the present. After telling Musk what I wanted to be spread in the dia, I pulled out a prepared item.
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Musk, seeing place the item on the table, seed to understand what it was.
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“Is this a new illustration?”
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“Yes. Since the new volu is going to be delayed anyway, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to reveal an illustration in advance.”
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It was an illustration of Hitler and Guderian observing the production of a Panzer I tank in a factory.
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Since it was the first appearance of the tank, it held so importance—but that didn’t matter. At first, everyone would just look at it and wonder what it was anyway.
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Luminous had said three dwarves were inventing a tank and would bring it to our territory.
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“Is it alright?”
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“I don’t mind.”
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She didn’t say when that would happen, so I felt reassured.
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★★★★★
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[Zenon’s rebuke after witnessing Machina’s protests: Don’t tornt the factories in my na.]
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[For the sake of the dwarven factories, Blood and Steel will be published at a slower pace.]
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[If anyone tries to use his na…]
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The protests that erupted in Machina had spread worldwide, eventually reaching Isaac.
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As discussed with Musk, Isaac decided to delay the release schedule and warned people not to exploit his na for factory mistreatnt.
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Naturally, this news spread like wildfire. Even Machina, though they complained, ultimately accepted it.
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After all, who could dare stand on equal footing with a blessed saint? If they pushed their luck, they might be bombarded by surrounding nations.
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“Move faster! I said move, you useless bastards!”
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“P-Please… let us rest for a mont…”
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“Talking back now, are you?!”
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“Aaargh!”
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But that didn’t an treatnt of the factory workers improved. If anything, the beatings beca worse, as if to crush any rebellious spirit.
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The number of dwarven workers collapsing from the grueling labor continued to rise, and the violence from the factory owners grew worse.
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Carrots? There were no carrots. If one worker collapsed, they were simply replaced with another.
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They were treated like literal machine parts. Even when exhaustion piled up, the factories moved their limbs silently.
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“Give us freedom! Give us creativity! Give us rest!”
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“Bourgeois V, give us a chance! Give the children pens, not hamrs!”
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That doesn’t an they stayed silent. Perhaps it was after witnessing the brutal suppression of a previous protest—dwarves continued to gather in squares and streets, voicing fierce resistance.
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Now, it wasn’t just paper-making factories. Workers from all sectors had co together.
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Seeing how the state ignored them, they had no choice but to raise their voices.
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“Fire at will!!”
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The state responded with even greater violence. Specially-made arrows were fired directly at the protestors.
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“Aaaagh!!”
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“Run!”
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“What did we do?! What the hell did we do?!”
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The protestors, who had been marching toward the palace, scattered in panic under a rain of arrows.
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Fortunately, the arrow tips were blunted, so there were no deaths.
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“Aaaah! My eyes! My eyes!!”
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“B-Brother! A priest! Call a priest!”
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But while there were no fatalities, injuries were rampant. One dwarf was even blinded when an arrow struck his eye.
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Against the might of the state, the power of the protestors was pathetically weak.
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At this point, it wasn’t protest—it was ti for revolution. The dwarves slowly ca to realize this, and society’s mood began to shift in that direction.
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“We can’t stay silent any longer! What have we done wrong? Did we ask for too much? All we wanted was rest and a cold beer! This isn’t the treatnt we deserve!”
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“He’s right!”
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“You can tell he’s educated, speaks so well!”
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Like the Zeros Revolution, a successful revolution needs a strong rallying point. Right now, that was the dwarf Giaas, giving a rousing speech from a podium.
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A close friend and comrade of Ains, Giaas looked over the crowd of workers roaring in approval.
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Their faces were worn down by harsh conditions and persecution, but a fire burned bright in their eyes.
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When that fire gathers into one, it could beco a raging inferno that could burn down the very nation. Giaas smiled, pleased by the crowd’s response.
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BEEP!
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But that smile didn’t last long. At the sound of a whistle, Giaas and the protestors turned their heads.
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“There they are! Arrest the rebels!”
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They had been spotted by a patrol. And it wasn’t a small one.
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Due to the recent surge in protests, Bourgeois V had massively increased patrols. It was brute-force suppression, pure and simple.
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“Slaves of Bourgeois V!”
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“Filthy bastards!”
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“Everyone scatter! It’s not ti to fight yet!”
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At the sight of the soldiers, the protestors dispersed. But their expressions held no fear.
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They had long since abandoned hope in the nation. What rose within them now was not fear—but anger.
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Giaas also fled before the soldiers could catch him, slipping between alleyways and shaking off pursuit.
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“Phew…”
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He let out a sigh of relief, convinced he had gotten away. Then he peeked out from the alley.
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Thankfully, no soldiers were in pursuit. Though it was noisy, he didn’t hear anyone chasing him.
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Eventually, Giaas took out a piece of paper from his chest. Judging by its texture, it seed to be a torn piece of a newspaper.
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“A tank, huh…”
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The paper in his hand was none other than the illustration Isaac had released—a tank with Hitler and Guderian admiring it.
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But Giaas wasn’t looking at the n—he was focused on the tank itself.
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‘It’s nearly identical to what Ains is developing.’
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Ains was also building a weapon very similar to the illustration. A fortress of steel powered by a magical engine.
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To maximize firepower, the upper section had a cannon, and beneath it, a reloadable crossbow.
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But progress had been slow lately—mainly due to Machina’s terrible roads.
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Using wheels made the vehicle too bumpy to control properly. Because of a single wheel issue, they couldn’t move forward.
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‘With this kind of structure…’
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Giaas focused on the tank’s symbol—caterpillar tracks. With those, it might be operable even on rough terrain.
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‘How?’
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How did Zenon—Isaac—co up with this weapon? It was far too similar to what Ains was working on.
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No, beyond just being similar, it solved the very problem they were stuck on. From a technological standpoint, it was a full step ahead.
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Just like the steam locomotive in Zenon’s Chronicle, this tank too—
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‘Is he really from the future?’
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He said he wasn’t. But now Giaas found even that hard to believe. Without future knowledge, how could anyone imagine such a machine?
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‘Well, it doesn’t matter. As long as he can be the rallying point for our revolution.’
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Giaas carefully tucked the illustration into his coat. Ains and Handine were too focused on inventing the tank to notice what was happening outside.
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All they asked was for Giaas—with his sharp tongue—to be the face of the revolution.
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‘This alone is enough.’
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What a master craftsman who’s spent decades honing his skill needs—
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‘We too can have military power.’
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—is a single blueprint.
★★★★★
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