90 The Patriarch (1/2)

”The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when their tormentors suffer.”

-Laura Hillenbrand

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”Ahahhahaha... by the way, darling... Shall we all go to the venue then?” Celes invited in such a peculiar way that would make the situation even more complicated, especially for the Class rep himself.

”You're gonna race some suspicions you know... But you're right, we should probably go.”

”D...D...D-d-d-d-darling!!!??” Reacted the class rep.

”Ahahahaah... No. It's just teasing in a nutshell.”

”I-I see... Ehehehehe... But, you two really are close huh.” Nakamura replied, but with still some suspicions on his head...

”Everyone, please follow us...” Celes pronounced through the gathered men.

”Uh... Uhmmm.” A professional and a plain-looking lady from the crowd stepped out as if having something that she wants to say... She looks like a legit Secretary of a Monetary Conglomerate or something...

”What is it?”

”Thank you for s-saving us!” She said shyly, and damn that was cute... But better be careful or else, Azazel will record this in her algorithms and use it to personalize her brazen mode of operations...

”Ahahahaha... No. I did nothing in particular. No need to thank me.”

”Shall we go then? It seems that our appearance is compulsory. And you all must be tired, let's just get this over with.”

Everyone shook their head in approval, but with questions still raising on their head, which is already expected. I mean, they got through a lot just in that 'not-so-extensive-timeframe' and I'm adding all of these piles of queries... I know how that feels, being ullaged with the confusion that you yourself can't end. So I feel compelled to answer their questions, but maybe... in some other time. Plausibly when these anti-social symptoms come to cease.

(...)

Together with the armored tour guide, I, along with the others then found ourselves mingling in a very big gathering right in the city circle...

In front, were the Senior Warlock, the elite armies, an announcer and the caged King, which is now... awake, giving this look that no one wants to behold... A look of an autocrat who is about to pay for all that he has done, under the underestimated jurisdiction of his very own people.”

As homo-sapiens, being somewhat blatantly different from these tarragons in both belief and in appearance, not to mention the hatred that some of us still bare seeing those that tormented them just moments ago, we found separating ourselves as we inserted into the vast crowd while these piercing glares also bombard us to no end... but still, remembering such socialization, it's making me a hundred times more nauseous...

In the crowd, the division by social class was also apparent... On the leftmost were all of us humans, next was the Noble-class, middle-class, common-class and then followed by the most unfortunate, the slums themselves, who took the initiative to be the furthest away as possible from the maggots of the noble-class.

The entire populace was somewhat ecstatic of this peculiar event, but the nobilities, however, in their best apparel does not look so happy. They know for sure, where this is going... a development that they will not like. They even got far as to cover their nose with thick towels, acting like narcissists who can't imagine breathing the same air and attending this congregation together with the lower classes...