"Perhaps he was in the same situation I'm in now!"
The president, seated behind the desk, gazed at the tranquil sky outside the window. Despite having little time left, he showed no sign of anxiety.
He held a wineglass in one hand, with a cigarette between his fingers.
Fine wine.
Cigarettes.
He looked at the people before him: officials, warlord chiefs, influential figures in Maliro, wealthy merchants, and several members of the Peng Joe People.
His expression was somewhat dazed, and his eyes lacked focus. He turned his head toward the window, but everyone could tell that he wasn't looking at the sky outside. He was looking at a scene from some fragment of time and space! He was imagining the final moments of his father's life.
After a long while, he came back to himself and took another sip of wine.
"The Federation has been forcing us into this position, yet we have no good way to fight back. He went through the same thing I did."
"He chose faith and loyalty, using his life to inspire us."
His voice gradually lowered. At that moment, he could truly feel what his father had experienced during the final stage of his life... but he couldn't describe exactly what that feeling was.
He wasn't afraid in the slightest. Instead, he felt somewhat excited! He knew how great the thing he was about to do was, and he knew what kind of consequences it would bring to this country, but he still had to do it.
People could live without life, but they couldn't live without dreams! Their hopes for the future and their dreams were what had brought an end to the long and brutal rule.
Now, he would light another lamp for this country, which had suffered endless pain, and