Mist Shrouds Aines
Wente City
The petite, slender blond girl sat on the wooden sofa, gazing at the contents on the enormous projection ahead, her brows knitting slightly.
"Christos still made his choice," the Old Man sitting diagonally across from her in a bamboo chair picked up the milk tea on the table, lowered his head, and said hoarsely, "Though the timing was a little late, and he has already missed the best tactical opportunity, politically speaking, this point in time is still fairly good."
"Right now, the mercenary groups of the major mega corporations have surrounded Dawn City and cut off the trade routes," the blond girl turned her head to look at the Old Man. "In reality, they're already besieging Dawn City and provoking a civil war. At this moment, Christos, as the mayor of Dawn City, making the decision to resist really is the easiest way to win the sympathy of the entire Federation, and thereby make his narrative of resistance righteous."
At this point, she paused slightly. A blood-colored butterfly landed on her shoulder. "But Dawn City has already lost its best chance to break out. Is it worth it for him to do this?"
"There is no worth it or not worth it," the Old Man took a sip of milk tea and continued hoarsely. "Behind every choice, there are benefits and drawbacks. If he had chosen to start the war earlier, he would have gained a tactical advantage in the short term, but in the long run, it would instead have made the label of 'provoking a civil war' weigh heavier on him."
"After that, all of Dawn City's influence, along with the ideas he promoted, would be resisted by the other neutral cities. Even his support rate within Dawn City itself would, in