But now that Mahito had openly spoken of immortality, their shift in thinking came naturally. They immediately considered other possibilities. Rather than simply using sorcerers as an energy source, cultivating as many ability users as possible would yield far more possibilities. Now that immortality existed, those possibilities would only increase as the number of sorcerers grew.
But Kinji Hakari, himself a sorcerer, felt a chill run down his spine.
It was like discussing how best to eat a pig. These people were merely discussing the various possibilities of sorcerers; they seemed not to care at all about the sorcerers' personhood... No, it was not merely that they seemed not to care. They truly did not care.
A superpower that controlled the world through authority and violence had not the slightest concern for the human rights of people in other countries, nor even for the livelihoods of ordinary Americans. Beneath all their grand rhetoric lay one core principle: further American hegemony and make their own lives better. Nothing more.
The President was more excited than anyone. This had happened during his term, after all, and he felt that his accomplishments could rival those of America's Founding Fathers. Yet he retained at least a sliver of calm and noticed the expressions of the people seated across from him...
Well, there were not really any expressions to notice. Mahito and Kenjaku still wore smiling faces, as though they had heard nothing while this group discussed a hundred ways to prepare sorcerers. The two standing behind Mahito, however, looked different. The cursed spirit girl remained expressionless, quietly watching the farce. Kinji Hakari looked like a demon, though he tried his best to hold it in, leaving his entire face twisted together.
The President jolted and roared, "What are you doing? Do you expect me