Working together, one difficulty after another was overcome; supporting each other, they hoped to one day mend the world.
At that time, the people of Chemos were like family, rich or poor, they would always live in harmony.
They firmly believed that the power of unity would make their ideals immortal.
Fulgrim danced gracefully as she recited.
"—But time is a silent killer."
Her dance was graceful and beautiful, like a sad song weeping tears, a pearl flowing under the moon.
"Noble ideals all rusted, ancient oaths turned to dust;"
"Time cannot fight us, but it can destroy all that we hold dear."
"Those who once had great ambitions no longer strived for their ideals; they sat on high, calling themselves distinguished nobles."
"Who would have thought that the great aspirations of the past would now turn into tyrants who prey on the people?"
Fulgrim fell to her side, as if she had really been pushed to the ground.
The sound array broadcast from above the plaza now sneered harshly.
"Though we are all human, we are not the same: only the innate wisdom of the nobility can see beauty and art; you are but a dull stone, born only to serve!"
The wisdom and talent of the noble will always be respected, while the lowly die of their own laziness and vulgarity.
Some are as noble as flowers in a greenhouse, some as base as the yellow sand underfoot.
"Born this way," they said, lifting their heads.
"The station of a person is fixed by fate. And our destiny has always been mediocrity."
Fulgrim sat on the ground with her legs bent, her hands held up in front of her as if tightly embracing something.
"Under heavy pressure, the cries of the unjustly dead drifted, like weeds rolling in the wind."
The high walls of Kalliston remained silent, like an old man who had seen the vicissitudes of life, quietly gazing at the sandbars outside the city.
A light flickered behind her, and small points of light converged into two faces:
Corrin and Tollia, Fulgrim's adoptive parents.
Their expressions were weary and patient, weathered by hardship; to raise this sudden new life, they had given far too much.
Their lives were as short as mayflies: like countless workers, they both died from high-intensity labor.
The only thing they left for Fulgrim was an old, faded fairytale book.
The lights in the venue grew dimmer, just as darkness shrouded everything in the fortress of Kalliston.
The once-firm oaths had all decayed;
The once-bright stars had all fallen.
She sobbed as she opened the book, crying out to the goddess who shared her name:
"Fulgrim!"
"Oh, primordial god, please tell me:"
If we are but dull stones, why does our heart still ache at parting?
If we are already numb, why does fire still ignite in our chest at injustice?
Why must the people of Chemos, who once shared life and death, never share the sweet, but only the bitter?
The lights rekindled, and the path ahead grew brighter.
Fulgrim slowly rose, untying her hairband; silver strands floated, like a river of stars spilling down.
"Could it be—!"
"Could it be that I am the same as you: my love for beautiful things is no less than yours; the emotions that stir in my heart are just as many!"
The crisp question came from her mouth and landed in their hearts.
An extremely infectious cry echoed through the venue. Even though she wore coarse cloth, she still looked like a noble princess.
She had said no more, but in the sunless lower factories of Kalliston, the weeping was already uncontrollable.
They shared Fulgrim's fate, her sorrow, and her joy.
They wanted to shout, to speak; though they didn't understand literature or drama, the most primitive emotion was now stirring in their chests.
"No!"
"How are we like plants, unable to feel sorrow? We have no audience, we can only endure!"
"When have we ever not wanted to rest for a while, to try, to try to love life?"
"But this iron gate to the upper level is always shut, and protests against the upper class have always been fruitless. Even with a thousand grievances, we cannot break these iron locks!"
CLANG!
At that very moment, the closed gate to the upper level in front of the factory was no longer an obstacle!
All the sorrow, all the anger, condensed into one force—
"CHARGE!!!"
"What's going on?"
The foundations of the fortress shook, and the people's resistance was like a wildfire.
Earth-shattering shouts accompanied their footsteps. From all four corners of the plaza came sorrow and anger.
The iron plates under their feet rumbled, and the fire of anger in their mouths burned fiercely.
"Boss! People, so many protesting people are swarming towards us!"
"I'm not deaf! You don't need to repeat it!"
Herod's tone was fierce, but his eyes were filled only with terror.
"But our shock batons... seem to be a bit insufficient!"
"You idiot, can't you read the situation before you speak!?"
"Patrol! Get over here and protect me!"
"Silence, you evil butcher!"
Fulgrim斥责道 harshly: "To protect the status of the nobility, to forever stand above others."
"You have fallen so low as to collude with outsiders and kill your own father!"
"Your cruelty is beyond words, your crimes too numerous to count!"
The image behind her changed. It was surveillance footage of Herod negotiating with the Sulpha thugs.
"This... this isn't real! It's a fabricated accusation!"
He shouted in his defense, trying to absolve himself of guilt.
But everyone present looked at the comical master and servant with cold and angry eyes.
Hadn't those called the patrol also suffered enough humiliation from the nobles?
How could they be willing to abandon their great past ideals to be the pigs and dogs that the nobles looked down upon as ignorant?
The crowd's gaze shifted from confusion to determination, and they surrounded the two damned individuals.
"Your cruelty is beyond words, your crimes too numerous to count!"
"Your cruelty is beyond words, your crimes too numerous to count!"
"...Uh, okay."
At this moment, Raul seemed to understand his master's rebuke.
"It seems that besides shock batons, there are many other things we're short on."
A tsunami of voices filled every corner of Kalliston.
Following the guidance of the route, the people rushed to the upper level.
They were both actors and audience.
"Why?"
"Why can you make all the workers riot for you?"
"Why can you access the surveillance, and make all the machinery in the fortress obey your will?"
The situation was lost. Surrounded, Herod faced Fulgrim in the center of the stage, fearful and confused.
Could it be... that a god from the legends was secretly helping her?
"That's right!"
"She is our god, Fulgrim!!!"
The workers filling the venue celebrated from the bottom of their hearts.
In their eyes, Fulgrim was the undisputed savior!
"No, my friends."
She smiled and bowed to the crowd. "I am no god. It just seems that everyone has forgotten my assistant."
"Huh?"
Kasjia, who was operating the various machines at the top of the fortress, felt the platform he was on descending into the venue.
What is this?
This part was never in the pre-arranged plan.
Meeting the surprised gazes of countless people, Kasjia, along with the platform under his feet, landed in the center of the plaza.
"It's Kasjia, I recognize his face!"
"So it was with his help..."
Fulgrim stepped forward to meet him.
"Brothers and sisters, there are no gods in this world, and there is no need to rely on a savior."
She bent down and raised Kasjia's right hand high.
"Strength comes from the hands of every one of us!"
"As long as we have the will to fight, we will all regain our freedom!"
"YES!"
"Well said!"
"Sister Fulgrim is the best!"
The people's support was like a tidal wave, their applause deafening.
Facing their praise, Fulgrim turned her head to look at Kasjia, her eyes full of affection.
"Kasjia, I wonder if you still remember my promise."
"Last time, it was ruined by those fools who call themselves nobles; but this time, I won't let you escape so easily."
Under the witness of the crowd, she knelt on one knee and held up an exquisite silver box.
Inside the box was a golden ring, engraved with a lifelike centaur.
It was more exquisite, more dazzling than the one Kasjia had made.
"Kasjia, are you willing to join me and become the guide for Chemos?"
!
This unexpected act instantly captured everyone's attention.
"WOOOO—!"
"Say yes! Say yes!"
The cheers were like thunder, the shouts filled with blessings.
"...Yes."
Faced with this scene, Kasjia smiled shyly, extended his hand, and nodded.
"Firecrackers and gongs, celebrate the birth of this new couple!"
As the eldest son of the Sherlock family, Herod sat paralyzed in the excited crowd, having lost all his strength.
It shouldn't be like this.
Their previous negotiations had been very smooth. Fulgrim herself was very willing to be a part of the nobility and lead the future of Chemos with him.
But—!
But just as he was about to succeed, for some reason, Fulgrim had a sudden change of heart. She gave up being a noble and chose to mix with that damn, otherworldly stray, Kasjia!
The marriage partner... it was supposed to be him!
It could only be him!
In those days, he felt he had been controlled by a clear and insane hatred.
And even after so long, he seemed to remember clearly that purple haze of envy.
Helplessly, to prevent a fine jade from being sullied, Herod could only resort to this desperate measure.
Even retracting the improved worker benefits was due to his own vindictiveness.
"Don't panic, Master."
"Look, I got this."
But it seemed his loyal servant who had always been by his side had not given up.
From Raul's hand, a bundle of melta charges, obtained from who knows where, was passed over.
"This bomb... can send them all to the sky."
Raul chuckled, his expression lewd.
-------
Enjoying the story? Support the author and get access to early chapters by joining my Patreon!
Find me at My : pat*eon*com/RuneA
I, Herta's Fiancé, the Universe's Number One Male Fist (114 Chapter (Simulpub-Full) )
Zenless Zone Zero: I'm a Succubus in Sixth Street (320 Chapter)
Reborn in Type-Moon, My Sister is Aoko Aozaki (250 Chapter)
MyGO!! A Story Voiced by Me (120 Chapter)
BLEACH: Blade of Purification (130 Chapter)
Konoha: Starting the Game as Yoriichi (320 Chapter)
My Real Job is Spying on Konoha, but I'm Also its Hokage (130 Chapter)
The Pinnacle of the Navy! Starting from Being Captured by Garp (150 Chapter)
Watching Yu-Gi-Oh! short videos is making the veteran players lose...(75 Chapter)
Uma Musume : The Trainer Who Just Wants to Live (196 Chapter)
Zenless Zone Zero The Random Kamen Rider (160 Chapter)
Genshin Impact: It All Began With Me Being Stepped On by Arlecchino (110 Chapter)
Naruto: I Can Synthesize Summoning Beasts (80 Chapter)
Demon Slayer: The Great Swordsman's System, Disciple of Yoriichi (120 Chapter)
My Wife is a General, but I'm an Emanator of Abundance! (130 Chapter)
Type-Moon: My Nine-Fold Path (130 Chapter)
Uma Musume: They're Peeking at My Diary, and All of Tracen is Panickin (87 Chapter)
The Wild History of Type-Moon world (60 Chapter)
Reborn in Conan, But I Refuse to Be the Bad Guy (70 Chapter)
Ruan Mei is begging me to go back? But there's no going back anymore (130 Chapter)
Just a Slacker at Tracen Academy (130 Chapter)
Survival in Blue Archive (60 Chapter)
Kimetsu no Yaiba: Doma Wasn't Hated Today, Either (90 Chapter)
The Vibe of This Chat Group is a Little Off (90 Chapter)
Heartbreak Simulator: I Broke Them and Made Them Cry (70 Chapter)
The Talentless Trainer Doesn't Want to Restart (70 Chapter)
A Journey Starting as a Quincy (70 Chapter)
Uma Musume: The Master of Romance Obstruction (70 Chapter)
Uma Musume: You Can't Be a Hero Without a Little Chemical Enhancement (30 Chapter)
Honkai Impact 3rd Your Boyfriend is Really Amazing (30 Chapter)
Warhammer 40K: My Fiancée, Fulgrim (40 Chapter)
Classroom of the Elite: Trying to Capture Me! (40 Chapter)
Genshin Impact My Named Senji Muramas (40 Chapter)
If there's a particular novel you're enjoying on Patron, please give it a 'like' so I know to focus on it.