"T-too cruel..."
She spoke in a trembling voice.
"Cruel?"
Haimo chuckled.
"Then what if I told you."
"This man rolling around on the floor."
"Wakō Tendo."
"As the current vice minister of Land, Infrastructure, Transport and Tourism."
"He was responsible for building Monolith No. 32 to defend against the Gastrea."
"To line his own pockets, for that filthy money."
"He mixed large amounts of inferior metal into the building materials."
"Would you still think he deserved pity?"
"Think about it."
"Once that shoddily built project is finished."
"Once the Gastrea attack."
"How many people could he get killed at once?"
Haimo enunciated with particular clarity.
Every word was like a heavy hammer, slamming into the hearts of everyone present.
At those words.
Kikunojo Tendo, who had been standing silently to the side, abruptly tightened his grip on his cane, his face instantly turning livid.
Kisara Tendo had not expected to hear anything like this either.
-The Monolith?
That was the line of defense on which the entire Tokyo Area's survival depended!
"What did you say?!"
The fury in Kisara Tendo's eyes instantly intensified.
She walked straight forward.
She kicked the wound on Wakō Tendo's severed leg hard.
"Aaaaaaah-!!!"
Wakō Tendo immediately let out an even more agonized scream, his whole body curling up like a shrimp from the pain.
"Tell me."
Kisara Tendo's voice was as cold as ice.
"A Monolith built to those standards."
"How long can it last?"
"Aaaaaah-I'll talk! I'll talk!!"
Wakō Tendo no longer dared to hide anything.
"O-one year..."
He shouted as he wailed.
"One year at most... the Varanium's magnetic field will weaken... and the Monolith will... stop working..."
Boom!
At those words.
It was as though a massive bomb had exploded in the conference room.
Everyone present, including the officials who still could