The Federal people won't like you doing this."
Bejao's son sighed.
Everyone actually knew that Maliro's biggest problem right now wasn't racial hatred, but that the Federal people seemed to be increasing their interference in Maliro.
This sort of thing... was very bad.
Nagaril was a living example. Because of the Federal people's interference, the Nagaril United Kingdom had become the New Nagaril Federation.
Perhaps the Federal people also wanted to turn Maliro into the New Federal!
That was also the real reason the warlords had stopped fighting. If the Federal people truly intended to do this, then the territory and strength in their hands would be their most powerful tools for negotiating with the Federal people—or fighting back against them! People didn't like the Federal people. Just look at Nagaril. How many of its former rulers were still living good lives?
Of course, there were indeed some who lived within the Federation's borders, but it would be more accurate to say that they lived inside the cages the Federal people had woven for them! The Federal people were overbearing—far more overbearing than anyone had imagined.
In truth, no one had expected the Federation, which had always maintained a neutral stance, to be so radical when dealing with certain issues. To be honest, some people had been frightened by them.
Facing his son's complaints, Bejao smiled and waved his hand.
"This is an opportunity, perhaps the only one I'll ever see in my lifetime. If I do nothing, I'll regret it when I grow old!"
Bejao's son continued complaining. "You're already old!"
"No, you're wrong. My heart is still young!" Bejao laughed heartily, not minding in the slightest that his child had so bluntly stated the fact that he was already old.
To him, watching this country fill with hope