No matter how mature, composed, and detached Robin usually was, Garen still managed to make her face flush with anger.
"Bullshit!"
"Demacia? Isn't Demacia just the name of your company?!"
Yet Robin's expression soon turned solemn again, her eyes full of doubt as she looked at Garen.
She did not know the name of the Great Kingdom.
What if Garen really had some connection to that Great Kingdom, and had named his company after it?
But Garen immediately answered her doubts.
"Well..."
"Since I made it up anyway, there's nothing wrong with calling it Demacia."
Robin's chest rose and fell with anger as she demanded, "You... You don't understand Poneglyphs at all?!"
"Does it matter whether I understand them or not?"
Garen casually waved a hand and asked in return.
"Let me ask you something."
"Besides you, is there anyone else in this world who understands Poneglyphs?"
"..."
Robin calmed her breathing in silence before answering grimly, "There may be, but I don't know of any."
"Then there basically isn't anyone."
Garen nodded and pointed at the stone covered in strange writing.
"Since nobody knows what's written on it..."
"Then whatever I say is written on it is what's written on it!"
"You?!"
Robin instinctively retorted, "How can you fabricate history like that?!"
"How is that fabricating history?"
Garen instead looked rather pleased with himself as he began sharing his experience in propaganda.
"This is merely a reasonable method of public-opinion propaganda."
"When I have the need and the ability someday, I can just put a few giant rocks that nobody can read on display."
"Then I'll find a few obscure scholars from some corner who are 'allegedly persecuted by the World Government,' build them up into public intellectuals, and have them publish article after article in the media to