"I say, you——"
The woman with short golden hair placed her hands on her hips, as if venting all the world's sighs:
"Tomorrow is the official signing ceremony, and you're hiding here slacking off instead of attending the rehearsal. Do you have any sense of duty as a public servant?"
The signing ceremony she mentioned wasn't a commercial contract signing or an ordinary diplomatic event—rather, it was a grand diplomatic occasion where world leaders gathered, with dignitaries as numerous as fish in a river.
This was the first world summit following disarmament negotiations and the first serious gathering to face and plan the future after the stabilization post-"Tunguska Incident," putting all thoughts into words and legal orders.
Perhaps these documents are just a beautiful wish, and the laws and regulations have many yet-to-be-discovered flaws; someday, all of this might be torn down. But at this moment, the signing ceremony carries immense significance.
Ending an old era.
