While believers encouraged shooting and combat training for Liberation Day, executives were also discussing the specifics in the conference room.
Other than those who are personally carrying out personal revenge, passages, etc. ahead of Liberation Day, mass terrorism is planned in the form of a plan proposed by executives to celebrate the event called Liberation Day. It is a carriage where Erica and Gwen each engage in their own and different terrorist attacks and the faithful cooperate in them.
Of course, on Liberation Day, there are a large number of people who plan to move individually, just like the first group. No matter how much we suppress the upper echelons, we can't completely seal the police moves, so if they break out in different places at once and catch the attention of the police, it's easier for the executives to implement their plans for that matter.
"Dog breeder, look forward to it. I don't need to just run around. We're going to make it the best event in history."
The accompaniment speaks with a confident face to the dog breeder who is always making fun of himself.
"Ho ho, don't be a big language magnificent. No, if you fail before then, it's all par."
Dog owners responded with cynical attitude, as usual, to an accompaniment that always makes them counter-conscious to themselves, but they don't really despise the accompaniment. On the contrary, I even like its stupidity. That's why I want to make an extra tease.
"Don't wonder why a man like you is here laughing all over his crappy sarcasm with a slope!
accompanied by spitting, murky and summoning.
"The crap man is one of the inaugural members of this denomination. Maybe if I hadn't been here, all of you wouldn't have been here."
"What a mess! What to say without the princess!
"I can only seriously take that playful talk as a gag."
Weirdly enough, he was a dog owner who enjoyed interacting with his companion laughing with Niyaniya, but the grin disappeared unexpectedly.
"But are you guys really good?
So that they can be attached to the dog breeder, and the three accompanying them, Gwen and Erica, will also be true faces.
"Whether you're having fun or making a tragedy out of resentment, curse, or revenge, it hurts people indiscriminately. Even you must have come here after the tragedy. Someone hurt me, so I come here, and now you guys are gonna hurt me?
"It's..."
In the wake of the dog breeder's words, Erica makes her expression strong. With the forgiveness of the Princess, a total denial of their revenge, which should have been justified. You can smile at it as bullshit if other humans say so, but the weight is completely different when it comes to being told by a dog breeder, an ancient ginseng executive like no other.
"Well, the only thing that looks hard is the guy who was killed and his surroundings. A lot of other people will have fun."
"What's fun?
I don't know what the sarcastically laughing dog breeder means, Erica asks.
"Before Liberation Day, even at the moment, the public enjoys what we're making noise about. Even though the people who were harmed and their bodies are unhappy, there are more overwhelming people who are talking about that unhappiness and feeding them. Big cases that have nothing to do with me are fun. Others' misfortunes are fun. That's who he is."
"I hate people who don't feel people's pain. They were all around me."
The companion nagged and said in a quiet tone.
"Then we'll talk about what the hell are the people who are passing by in the vanguards. They don't mind the pain on the side of being killed. Neither do you guys. By viewing society itself as evil and raging indiscriminately, there will be a large number of people who will be hurt. I want to make sure that's clear."
He is a dog breeder who speaks so, but not to know their readiness, nor to think of them and ask about their pain of conscience. It was simple curiosity. What answers to give, and what actions to turn to if you change your mind. desire to just observe it.
"It doesn't change how I feel"
Erica answers with a distorted grin. The flames of hatred shall now erupt out of his eyes.
"If God is writing all the muscles of the world, then God who put me in such an eye is evil itself. If God created this world, this world is evil itself. It's all enemies to me except the Princess and the Princess who guides me."
"Well... good luck with that"
Seeing Erica speaking out of bottomless anger and hatred, the dog owner told him in a tone as if he had given up. I didn't say it sarcastically. I thought this girl would never be saved again.
Midori might be able to free this guy from hatred.
I think so, dog breeder, but Midori has preached to all believers, not just Erica, the direction to unleash the misfortune that has happened to her and the hatred for the surrounding environment she recruited. And the dog owner doesn't want that from Midori either.
"I'm not. No, I'm not like Erica or any of the other believers."
Stay down, but accompanied by a resolute tone.
"I don't do it indiscriminately. I won't say no. Those who deserve to die - those who deserve to die are sorted properly. I'll do a satisfactory purification. And I'll entertain you. Oh, I thought I'd entertain you. I will entertain the audience in the name of the world. We're going to need quite a few collaborators, so we're going to have to recruit prospective followers."
"I see. It makes sense to make it an equals, fun event to make a name for itself in history. And I suppose we're going to have a lot of revenge."
He answered forcefully and his companion raised his face toward the dog owner.
From there, when he tried to spin the next word, his companion opened his mouth with Pocan, seeing who was behind the dog owner.
"Who?
When everyone looked at the entrance to the room in unison in response to the accompanying words, a man stood there.
"It's the executive meeting now. There would have been a proper ticket in the room. Plus, he doesn't know how to get in without knocking."
"Is something wrong?
Erica asks after the great chatter. Thank you. The man looked strange. His eyes are vain and his mouth is open without hesitation.
"Ugh... I'm a maggot, so I boil everywhere"
Out of the man's mouth was a totally unexpected dialogue.
"I don't know what people are going to do with maggots. I can't even read the air. Because they're maggots."
"Is this guy out of his mind...?
Gwen puts what he thinks in his mouth as we all end up complaining about a man who utters an unintelligible word.
"But you're one of us, right? I'm sure something hard happened and I lost my mind."
Erica turns her sympathetic gaze to the man.
"After all, maggots are destined to be hated. Together everywhere... Goodbye..."
A man opens the door and walks away. No one could stop me from doing that. He was a very different person, and even if he spoke up, he couldn't seem to want decent reactions, and his instinct to not want to get involved worked out strongly.
"When did he open the door and go inside the room? Doesn't it seem strange that no one even notices that the door opens?
The dog keeper points me out, and the other three get annoyed.
"Heh, I'm working on a world devastation plan ~?... hmm? What's wrong with you?
The door opens there and Midori shows up, surprised by how the executives are doing.
"There was a suspicious man."
The companion opened his mouth.
"At some point I was in the room, and no one noticed that the door had opened, and I was like a maggot, so I said something I didn't know, and I left. Anyway, if you're just saying that you have a head disorder, it's unusual for you to go in without anyone noticing."
"Head disorder? Hmm... As far as I know, I don't think he's here, huh?
To the words of denial returned from Midori's mouth, the companion rounds his eyes, and Erica tightens her face.
So now you're talking about assassins?
Erica's words are accompanied by Gwen, who also changes his expression.
"If there's an assassin, Midori will know soon enough. I don't have anyone on my property who wants to kill me right now."
but the tension between the three quickly dissolved as Midori told him so in a swallowing tone with his hands behind his head.
"I knew you were just a little crazy? You said the Princess didn't solicit you, you heard rumors. But people like that would accept you here, wouldn't they? It's suspicious the Princess doesn't know."
with a bitter laugh, says Gwen.
"Princess, can you help me recruit a collaborator? It's easier for the Princess to get together with one voice than just recruiting us executives. Me, Erica, and Gwen each have big plans for Liberation Day, but I really have the manpower."
The companion asked Midori with a strange face.
"Fine, but I won't impose it, will I? You know my policy, don't you?
"Mm-hmm. I'd appreciate it if you were the one who wanted to ride the big Liberation Day event, and at the same time encourage those who don't seem to have any plans to go ahead with the event we're planning individually"
"Yeah, that would be cheap."
As Midori winked with a smile and thumbed up to accept, Erica put her hands together and Gwen was happy to gut pose small. The companion thought of a generation of plans he was devising that would succeed, spilling an invincible grin.