Primordial Moon

Fors could more or less understand the Loen authorities' approach.

Unemployment caused by the worsening economy, population losses brought about by the Great Smog... dissatisfaction among Loen's commoners had been quietly building up. This resentment needed a target for release. Naturally, the Royal Family and government departments did not want to be attacked, so they guided public opinion and directed all blame toward their northern neighbor.

Thus, everything became Feysac's fault.

That barbaric empire was itself a mistake. They had occupied Sonia Island, stolen Loen's colonies in the Southern Continent, continuously escalated their military strength, threatened Loen's survival, and caused the nation's economy to stagnate. Every ordinary Loen citizen had suffered because of them...

Especially since the two countries had never gotten along to begin with, burdened by centuries of historical grievances. As soon as the authorities stirred things up, the public mood immediately changed. After a day's labor, poor people drinking cheap liquor in taverns gained another country they had never visited to curse.

However, she had heard that Feysac was doing something similar...

"Politicians... they're all habitual liars."

Fors snuffed out her cigarette and shook her head as she commented.

Her previously decent mood had already soured. She tossed the newspaper aside, pulled over her manuscript paper, and began planning her new work.

That inspiration just now had been quite good. The story of the Crazy Adventurer would begin with her own hands!

However, as every writer had experienced, inspiration, ideas, and creativity were at their most wonderful while brewing in one's mind. Once they had to be put onto paper, written down word by word, they became a painful torment. Facing the blank manuscript paper, Fors unconsciously tugged at her slightly curly brown hair, unable to begin.

Rustle—

Fortunately, the door behind her opened at that moment.