Maliro was in chaos again.
The congressmen who knew the truth, the Department of Defense, and the president all breathed a sigh of relief.
The situation had become crystal clear: whoever refused to open fire and start a war would be attacked by the Federals.
Someone had already passed the message along in private. Of course, they would not make it... too obvious. They would express the Federals' concern for the situation in Maliro subtly and discreetly.
It was like how the Federals had stationed a field army on the border between the Federation and Maliro, claiming they were ready to enter Maliro at any time to help the Maliro People build a peaceful nation. Everyone knew what their real purpose was.
The peace Bejao had longed for ultimately never came. The warlords had also suffered heavy casualties in the great explosion, and under pressure from the Federals, they began attacking one another.
For the sake of peace, they had maintained a ceasefire for nearly two years. But destroying all of that took only one day! Peace perhaps had never belonged to Maliro in the first place!
There was another rather interesting piece of news. Bejao's only son had originally already crossed the border, but when he learned that his father had died in an "assassination by extremist militants," he resolutely returned to Maliro and declared that he would fulfill Bejao's dying wish, making peace the only color of Maliro.
It was a lofty ideal. Having ideals was naturally a good thing, but sometimes ideals had to be combined with reality. Those impossible ideals... were better left alone.
In truth, no one was to blame. Not Bejao, not his son. They were only to blame for being too close to the Federation! On the weekend, Lin Qi took Vera and