Ena was from the Northern Region!
It took Number Seven quite a while to digest that news before she calmed down a little.
"He's very good at manipulating people," Number Seven sighed. "Everyone in the camp has become a fanatical follower of his."
After a pause, Number Seven said seriously:
"Someone like him can make a name for himself anywhere. I'm very curious about who he really was back in the Northern Region. He certainly wasn't a nobody! Unfortunately, he keeps himself so well hidden that I can't tell."
Hearing this, Kafka asked:
"You talked to Ena for so long just now. What did you think of him?"
"He cloaks himself in kindness, but his ambition is vast enough to swallow the world." Number Seven sounded a little shaken. "People like him are terrifying. He promises a world without hierarchies, but as far as I can see, if that world really comes into being, he'll be the god who stands above everything."
She paused, then offered her assessment:
"He's destroying the existing order only to establish a new order of his own. A lot of people will die in the process, but he doesn't care at all."
"Your assessment is very accurate," Kafka said with a nod. "But he really has pinpointed what the slaves long for: a plot of land of their own, with no one collecting rent. To them, that's the best life imaginable.
"Talk to them about industrialization or productivity, and they won't understand any of it. They already live in a primitive agrarian society, so naturally, they can't imagine the conveniences modern technology brings."
Number Seven nodded and admitted:
"You have a point. It's like how plenty of office workers in Giantwood City dream of a pastoral farming life in the Southern Region. But if you