Only through unity!
Amosta Breen's firm, decisive voice echoed through the lofty council chamber, deafening in its force.
Yet the expressions of those gathered beneath the dome perfectly illustrated the phrase "all manner of people."
Some appeared deep in thought; some averted their eyes; some remained indifferent; others were keenly interested.
But not a single person applauded the proposal or rallied around it enthusiastically. For a moment, the atmosphere was unexpectedly cool.
At this sight, the flame that had just ignited in Hope Draegen's eyes went out again, and his expression dimmed somewhat.
"Unity."
Chairman Kouhaug softly savored the word before asking cautiously,
"Vice Chairman Breen, do you mean—"
The lukewarm response had not entirely exceeded Amosta's expectations. On the contrary, it would have been strange if the Confederation had answered his proposal with unanimous enthusiasm.
"I believe you have all come to recognize the strength and danger of the terrorist organization known as the Death Eaters. You must also admit that the magical civilization of any single nation would find it difficult to stand against them.
"Because the Death Eaters led by Voldemort can themselves be regarded as a concentration of the dark side of magical civilization across the world."
That was somewhat exaggerated, but if Voldemort were allowed to continue his rampage, then sooner or later, he would become a worldwide public enemy like Grindelwald.
"Therefore, I personally believe that a joint force should be established to address the threat the Death Eaters pose to magical civilization worldwide."
Amosta spoke calmly.
Whispers arose in every corner of the chamber as people discussed the matter with hesitant expressions.
The world had never lacked clever people.
The moment Amosta Breen uttered the word "unity," many had already guessed his intention.
"Establishing a joint force."
Minister Nash of the French Ministry