Yu Lian couldn't help thinking of the report Yang Mingzhao had given him earlier.
His nephew-disciple, who had already become a deputy secretary-general in the Presidential Office, had assured him with absolute confidence that President Case Nishita would never surrender.
"I've suddenly realized that I've become the biggest beneficiary. If things keep developing this way, there'll surely be plenty of conspiracy theories pointing fingers at me in the future, right?"
Feifei snickered. "That's a problem for the future. As the saying goes, 'He who bears the nation's shame bears the nation's misfortune.' Which great figure throughout history hasn't been dogged by conspiracy theories? And as I said, now that the nation has legally ceased to exist, naturally, whoever commands the strongest army... So what's with that look? I meant a hero who saves the nation. The one with the strongest army is the hero who saves the nation. What did you think I meant?"
All right. Setting aside that last, rather dangerous phrase, Yu Lian did feel that although he wasn't even a marshal, he seemed to have the makings of a natural leader of the resistance.
As the saying went, "The greater your ability, the greater your responsibility," and "Every man is responsible for the fate of his country." It seemed he really was the only one who could shoulder this banner.
That was all well and good, but the practical realities were right there. With the Silent's communications working only intermittently, even if he gave a speech, it would already be too late.
Considering the state of the Cherk Kingdom, crawling with warlords, he couldn't help wondering whether a few people had also crowned themselves kings and emperors in the Blue Star Commonwealth. If so, that would be downright absurd.
But Yu Lian couldn't change the situation now.