The American representative had not finished speaking when an uproar broke out throughout the hall.
Then he turned his blade toward his old rival, Russia. With a cold sneer, he pointed at them and accused, "Even among the permanent members of the United Nations Security Council, there are countries that have made contact with aliens and reached secret agreements with them. They are in cahoots, colluding together, treating Earth's security and interests as nothing. That country is Russia!"
The international conference hall erupted. Many people turned their eyes toward the Russian representative and the representatives of several South American countries.
As for the other four permanent nuclear powers capable of deciding the conference's final outcome, the British representative wore a smile. No one knew whether he agreed with the United States or whether this habitual troublemaker was preparing to jump into the fray himself.
The French representative was speaking quietly with the Greek representative seated beside him. Judging by the smile on his face, he seemed to be in an excellent mood.
The representative of a certain Far Eastern country watched the American representative with a grave expression, but beneath the partition in front of him, where no one could see, his fingers tapped rhythmically against the table. If one moved closer and listened carefully, one could vaguely make out that this versatile representative was tapping out a tune called "Good Days."
As the one singled out by name, the Russian representative's expression was particularly colorful.
Almost the instant the American representative finished speaking, the representative from the fighting nation launched his counterattack without hesitation.
He pressed the signal button before him. Once the noisy discussions in the hall had been temporarily suppressed, he pulled the microphone closer and said, "Just as the American representative has always pointed fingers at