Chapter 127: Ch165. Sickness - 20 (The golden light that shines through the darkness)
"And how are we going to set up this task force you speak of, Mr. Prime Minister?" A broad, muscular, bearded man with tanned skin and an aquiline nose asked, raising his hand.
"We will recruit the most powerful and combat-experienced members of the guilds whose masters are among you, and we will draw up a direct, simple, and effective attack plan to finish them off faster than they can react."
Murmurs echoed among the guild masters, politicians, and everyone else there.
Only Evellyn, followed by Rodrick, Nikolai, and Robby, remained silent and impassive.
"Mister Prime Minister..." It was the turn of a tall woman, with red hair like Evellyn’s, began to speak. "Could you explain to us why we have... ’Children’ among us, at such a decisive moment?"
The prime minister cleared his throat and continued.
"This would be the next point to be discussed, Miss Clarence. These children are accompanied by the Unstoppable Tank, and in addition, they have the support of Toshinori Ryuu, guild master of the Hana no Nagame guild, and president of the Japanese Wielders Association, so, Not only are they allowed to be here, among us, today, but they will also be part of the attack vanguard of one of the special Task Force platoons that we may create from now on."
More murmurs went through the crowd of wielders, but this time, of shock and amazement.
How was it possible that mere teenagers, no matter how awakened they were, could be part of such a moment for humanity?
"I refuse!" The red-haired woman said, slamming her hand on the table. "We cannot afford to take responsibility for lives other than our own on the battlefield."
Her voice carried bitterness and indignation, but when Evellyn spoke, everyone there was surprised by the calm and gentleness in her voice.
Even though his words were a clear slap to the conscience of many, if not everyone there.
"And this is what made the wielders of the United States succumb so easily, to Octavius Blake’s uncontrollable desire for power. The more awakened ones refuse to participate on the battlefield, or at least to take part, in some way, in making a difference against the oppression of the Ishir and the New Dawn, regardless of whether they are combatants or not... The closer we will be to a tragic end, not only for the human race, but for the history of humanity as sovereign of the planet..."
Although Evellyn’s tone of voice was like a caress on the faces of everyone there, all the wielders present understood the implications of the girl’s words.
And this caused each of them to fall into a deep contemplative silence.
The red-haired woman, however, stared at Evellyn with fire in her eyes.
As if the red-haired girl was a threat in some way.
"Is there anything else you want to say... Melissa Graves? Or should I say Melissa Stormshield...? I’m sorry for your loss, but time has passed, and the more you let yourself sink into the past, the less you will live in the present, and will fail to save the lives of many who need to be saved now, for a loss that can no longer be remedied."
Melissa’s eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and her lips bobbed up and down, not knowing what to say, or how to retort what the young redhead had said.
Surrendered and defeated by mere words, the red-haired woman simply sat down again, giving Evellyn space to continue speaking.
"May I continue, Mr. Prime Minister?"
The prime minister nodded curtly, remaining silent.
Evellyn stood up from her seat, and looking around, determined to look each of those wielders in the eye, she began.
"I have a friend called Kurt. He is an awakened, like us, but who, like me and my friends, awakened under different conditions than all of you. Or at least most of you. He is quite unlucky, and wherever Go, it seems that disasters always follow you.
Three years ago, he was the victim of a plot by a loved one of his and other people, and thanks to that, he was trapped in a Nest for the past three years.
But he managed to return alive to me, to us." She said, looking at Nikolai, Rodrick, and Robby. "And the more disasters followed behind him, the stronger he became, and the more he made us understand that, no matter how much Even though everything seemed to revolve around him, Kurt wasn’t capable of solving everything alone.
Of course, he was more than capable of winning smaller battles on his own, and many times even I myself felt like nothing more than dead weight for him to carry around, and so I decided to become stronger.
So that I can help him win the battles he isn’t able to win alone."
"And what happened to him, young lady?" A youthful-looking wielder, with a gentle smile, light eyes, and blond hair, asked. "You speak of him as if he were dead... I’m sorry if I seem rude in my words."
"It’s okay." Evellyn responded, returning the kindness in the veteran’s tone of voice. "He’s not dead. But he’s facing a battle that, if we don’t help by creating this task force, could culminate in nothing more than a wasted effort... He’s in a coma, now. Fighting a battle against much more powerful beings." than Octavius, or even the Ishir... To be able to vote for us with the power to win our battle once and for all."
Evellyn’s words made no sense to the ears of those veteran wielders, already very seasoned by the countless battles they fought within the Nests.
But somehow, some of them seemed to feel in their hearts what the red-haired girl was trying to say.
"It doesn’t make much sense to me, what you just said, little girl." The bearded, Arab-looking wielder said. "But if my brain isn’t failing me, you said he disappeared three years ago, and returned, walking into a trap, right?"
Evelyn nodded.
"I can believe, then, that this trap caused this boy’s face to appear on several WANTED posters around the country, and several rewards were offered for his capture, dead or alive, around the world, right?"
Evelyn nodded again.
"This boy is Kurt Blake, son of Octavius Blake, the man we will be fighting against, if we accept the formation of this task force... Right?"
With a serious expression on her face, Evellyn nodded again.
Evellyn’s words made no sense to the ears of those veteran wielders, already very seasoned by the countless battles they fought within the Nests.
But somehow, some of them seemed to feel in their hearts what the red-haired girl was trying to say.
"It doesn’t make much sense to me, what you just said, little girl." The bearded, Arab-looking wielder said. "But if my brain isn’t failing me, you said he disappeared three years ago, and returned, walking into a trap, right?"
Evelyn nodded.
"I can believe, then, that this trap caused this boy’s face to appear on several WANTED posters around the country, and several rewards were offered for his capture, dead or alive, around the world, right?"
Evelyn nodded again.
"This boy is Kurt Blake, son of Octavius Blake, the man we will be fighting against, if we accept the formation of this task force... Right?"
With a serious expression on her face, Evellyn nodded again.
"And you expect us to believe that this man’s son... May be working for us, and not against us, once he wakes up from this supposed coma?" Melissa asked, with an acidic tone.
Various murmurs of agreement and disagreement resounded through the crowd, but Evellyn just cleared her throat, and surprised everyone when, with her eyes glowing gold, her voice resounded across the vastness of the room, louder than the increasingly heated clamors of the crowd. wielders.
"I don’t expect them to trust me." She said. "I just hope you trust what your eyes can see..."
And having said that, he made his aura expand, reaching every person there in that vast place.
