Several fine horses carried Alexander and the others out of Sworn City and raced toward Hellrit's Manor.
"Boss, look! Those are the only ones who followed us!"
They swung down from their horses and found that only a few swans had followed.
"We celebrated too soon. Nobody's helping us!"
Alexander calmly sheathed his blade. "I get it. They'll help whoever wins."
Apart from the extras watching from a distance, the freshmen who had spent the past two weeks with Annan all began thinking the same thing.
"I understand... No wonder you chose to shoot this Magic Film now." Henry looked at Annan with admiration.
"The people are scattered and disorganized. They'll only side with the winners..."
But he had missed something.
Annan led Henry away from the crowd and corrected him. "Why not look at it this way? Whoever they help wins."
"Whoever they help wins...?"
"Yes. Nobles and Professionals may control this world, and farmers may be stuck farming their whole lives. But once they awaken—whether they rebel or simply refuse to cooperate—who will the rulers enslave without farmers?"
"Still water can carry a ship. Raise a great enough wave, and even the largest ship will capsize."
An unfamiliar feeling rose in Henry, one he had never known in his twenty years of life. It shook him to his core.
"I don't want to study Magic Film anymore, Lord Annan!"
"What?"
"I want to join the Blade of Freedom and awaken more Civilians!"
Annan hadn't expected a few words to sway Henry so completely. "There's no need to go that far... A well-made Magic Film can contribute just as much as the Blade of Freedom."
"But I want Civilians to know the truth..."
"So do I."
Henry looked confused.
Annan asked, "Don't understand?"
"No."
"It's simple... Why do you