Pitter-patter── pitter-patter──
Heavy rain still fell over Prozen.
So called it Prozen's grief. Others sang of it as joy.
Minister Louis Marceau was dead. Assassinated by a bomb. It was violence that could never be justified.
And yet, thinking more deeply on it.
The tax hikes imposed by Louis Marceau and the Social Party may have been a form of violence in their own right.
When taxes steal tomorrow's bread from the mouths of the poor, they beco robbery.
"Minister Louis Marceau was a stalwart shield and a great champion of our holand, Prozen."
Professor Jean Pierre attended the morial mass in a black suit. As the funeral was for a man who had served as a national minister, the mourners were nurous. The military and police security was suffocatingly tight.
"The noble blood he shed shall beco the foundation that safeguards our holand's freedom..."
Prozen's ideologies and factions had, at so point, beco religions, reaching a state where neither side could acknowledge the other. Now his death, too, would be wielded as a weapon of the party.
"...Louis Marceau shall now rest in eternal peace in the embrace of our holand."
After a brief mont of silence, Jean Pierre quietly slipped out of the funeral hall.
There were quite a number of conspiracy theories speculating on who was behind the bombing. The investigation was still ongoing, but the authorities had all but confird it was carried out from within Prozen.
Jean Pierre thought so as well. Broadsheets condemning his death had been spotted throughout the city...
He returned to his office and picked up newspapers from several countries.
[ Crown Prince Alonso Leads the Miracle of Zerpha! ]
[ Jeronika Mine Rebuilt. The Result of Crown Prince Alonso's Tenacious Negotiations and Devotion to His People ]
The scenario Jean Pierre had deed least likely had co to pass. It was nothing short of a miracle.
This year's events would probably be recorded in Zerpha's textbooks as the "Jeronika Accord
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