Tula Zo was taken back to the mothership by the Pandora sisters. It was the first time I had seen someone smile with such relief while wearing shackles. The human heart truly was a complicated thing.
Perhaps Tula Zo had been wearing another, far heavier set of chains ever since seventy thousand years ago. Those chains had kept him from breathing freely for tens of thousands of years, and only today, when Pandora put shackles on him, did he finally cast off those heavier fetters. The moment of capture was the moment of regained freedom—Tula Zo was the first to make me understand that phrase.
Anu Lili and the Resistance Organization fighters behind her watched their "mentor" disappear into the teleportation screen. Honestly, seeing their complicated expressions suddenly made me feel as if I had become the villain. It was an absurd feeling that came from nowhere, yet there it was. This world was far too complicated...
"He still did one last thing for you before he left," Lilina suddenly sighed softly, raising her head to look at Anu Lili. The little girl wore an expression of maturity utterly at odds with her appearance. "Now, the gap between the Resistance Organization and the Free Slaves, which could have become a hidden danger, has finally been filled. You won't have any more major conflicts over the Merrowa Conservative Party... That Old Man may have been no good at war, but in other respects, he has even earned This Pope's admiration. He thought very far ahead. From the beginning, he knew that the Merrowa Conservative Party would become a major problem between you and the civilians. If I'm not mistaken, had the Empire Army not appeared, his original plan would have been to resolve this problem through suicide."
Lilina looked young, but