The head of the Campaign Team glanced at the Committee Chairman, who gave a slight nod, signaling that he should say whatever he had to say.
Only then did he tell the truth. "Even if we challenge the electronic vote results as inaccurate, the final outcome would only be another vote."
"The voting situation in the North actually matches our predictions from before voting began. Your approval rating is slightly higher than that of the other candidates, so we believe there's a very high chance the vote count wasn't manipulated."
"What really cost us points was the Southern voting battleground. The South has always been the Progressive Party's stronghold, and this year's Swing States are also turning toward the Progressive Party."
"On top of that, there was our performance during the campaign... You know, we didn't do particularly well, so we're going to lose a lot of points!"
The North had an advantage, but it wasn't significant. The race was extremely tight, so the deciding factor would ultimately be the South.
But they really didn't have much support in the South. Even Ms. Tracy's approval rating was higher than theirs.
On one hand, the Progressive Party had always been a perfect fit for the South. On the other, Southerners hadn't entered the shelters yet, so they still viewed the shelters through a kind of romantic filter.
Many people had openly said in interviews that they were willing to move into the shelters sooner. They hadn't yet been battered by the shelters' grim reality, so they were utterly infatuated with the propaganda promoted by the Progressive Party camp.
They firmly believed that the shelters were essential to the continuation of human civilization, the final haven for human happiness...
The Conservative Party Candidate leaned back and stared at the ceiling. "So I'm