Noel Cassia's Public Relations Crisis

"Please accept my sincere apologies for causing this disturbance."

As he entered the Supreme Council chamber, Durandal first bowed apologetically to the councilors. But he quickly shifted his tone and continued, "However, my thoughts are exactly as I said in that broadcast."

Durandal raised his head and chest, meeting everyone's gaze head-on. "What I said at the start of the war—during the PLANT Defense War—I will now repeat."

"—May the guns we have taken up once more truly bring an end to all wars...!"

Yes, he had indeed said that.

The councilors were secretly shaken.

Durandal spoke with even greater conviction. "We must also break free from the war system manipulated by those people. Our true enemy is neither the Alliance nor the Naturals. Unless LOGOS is utterly destroyed, everything will happen again!"

An uproar swept through the chamber.

Durandal was right, but he was not merely talking about ending this war. He meant "truly bringing an end to all wars"—and to achieve that, everything buried at the roots of this system had to be abolished.

But wouldn't that mean dismantling the entire system supporting the present world?

One councilor timidly spoke up. "But... even if that is true, it will not be easy..."

"I know."

Trouble colored Durandal's pale face, but he immediately lifted his chin and faced forward, declaring loudly, "Yet at this point, we who still cannot find a path to peace—do we have any other road left to take? If we cannot stake everything on this, this war will never end!"

If the Alliance—or rather, LOGOS, which controlled the Alliance from the shadows—was allowed to continue acting recklessly, the same tragedies would occur again. Only he, at this very moment, could stop them.

Truly end all wars.

This was the most difficult malignant tumor to eradicate