A few days after the Battle of Wovonite broke out.
Everyone was watching this crucial battle site.
After all, Lynn had risen out of nowhere in the north, and his rise was so outrageous that everyone hoped their enemies would call it quits.
Especially the people at the top.
Meanwhile, another group supported the revolution under NATO's public opinion offensive.
These people weren't at the top or the bottom, but in the middle.
They lacked the lower class's ignorance, stubbornness, and arrogance.
They hadn't detached themselves from the masses, nor did they occupy high positions.
People like them were the best revolutionaries, no matter the era.
Their desire to rise and their wish to help the people could become one and the same.
You could put it this way.
The upper class of the Pegasus Kingdom and the oppressed, exploited people at the bottom stood on one side.
Among the middle class of the Pegasus Kingdom, however, were people who wanted to improve themselves, learn, reform, and even bring about a revolution.
For now, though, they were just a scattered crowd, looked down on.
Despised by everyone around them.
The people at the top would only angrily curse them: "Are you trying to rebel?"
"You don't work hard."
"Bunch of trash."
The people they helped would curse them for lacking ambition, reaching too high, and spouting nonsense all day.
They needed to organize, to turn words into action.
They needed to unite, and above all, reach a shared understanding.
With the publication of the casualty reports, they were handed an opportunity.
It was just like the refugees.
When they first appeared, society looked down on them as lazy scum.
When refugees made up a small portion of the population, society still despised them, even denouncing them more harshly—especially those who