Do Your Own Revolution

Chapter 188

< Final Chapter-002. >

At the border between the Republic and the Empire.

To manage the large influx of refugees flowing from the Republic, Kalhyram had temporarily separated the border between the Republic and the Empire.

They were controlling civilian movement and only dispatching reconstruction personnel and security forces approved by the Westraine government to the Republic.

This measure was put in place because if the war-ravaged Republic refugees flooded into the Empire, internal chaos would surely follow.

However, even under these circumstances, countless Westraine refugees still attempted to illegally cross the border into Kalhyram territory.

“Turn back! Entry into Kalhyram territory is strictly prohibited! Please comply with the Republic government’s directives!”

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

“All our farmland is contaminated, how are we supposed to live in that Republic!”

“Please let us in. Please! At least this child, just this child…!”

“…!”

Westraine refugees pressed tightly against the barbed wire, facing off against the Kalhyram Army soldiers blocking their way.

Though the new republican government was pushing forward with reconstruction efforts, it was realistically impossible to support all these refugees.

It was a sight they saw every day, yet one they could never get used to.

“Captain. At this rate…!”

“Hah. So it comes to this again.”

The soldier who had been watching the people with a heavy expression raised his hand to command his troops.

“Load non-lethal smoke grenades! Absolutely do not fire toward people! Understood?!”

“Yes!”

“Double-check your chambers, then fire!”

Whoosh-! Whoosh-!

As smoke grenades launched from the grenade launchers began spewing smoke, the refugees clinging to the barbed wire started falling away one by one.

“…”

The man who had been watching the refugees from a distance turned his head and walked toward a corner of the ruins.

An alley formed between collapsed buildings.

A sewer from the old Republic city located in that corner.

After walking for quite some time, the man finally reached his intended destination.

Thud-! Thud-!

When he knocked on the iron door set in one wall of the basement, eyes appeared through the gap in the door.

“It’s me.”

“Confirmed.”

The door opened immediately upon recognizing the man’s voice.

The one who opened it was a soldier wearing an old Westraine Republic military uniform.

“The others are inside. This way.”

“Mm.”

Following the soldier’s guidance led to a spacious concrete room.

It was one of the old Republic’s secret bunkers, built in preparation for war.

“It’s truly agonizing to watch the Republic’s people suffer like this. Those invader bastards who destroyed the Republic… and the Republic government dogs who became their pets. They’re all in it together.”

“Well, I see it differently.”

As the man who had spat those words through gritted teeth took his seat, a voice came from across him.

“Wasn’t it the Republic that started the war first?”

“What did you say?”

Those who appeared opposite the man were a group of knights.

Elcidore, Buckenheim, Elcryer, Nachtval.

Knights who had fallen in the previous war gathered wearing the emblems of their respective houses.

‘The Round Table… they managed to slip out of the Empire well enough.’

While the seated man thought this to himself.

The knight who had sat down silently continued with a faint smile.

“After attacking the Empire to redirect internal dissatisfaction, you lost that war and now blame the Empire as invaders. For someone who was a general of a nation, your insight is rather shallow.”

“Lord Elcion. I don’t need to hear this from some fallen knight nobody.”

“I could say the same to you. Commander of the Republic’s 7th Corps, Levankov.”

With hostile words exchanged between them, a tense atmosphere descended upon the gathering.

A soldier of the old Republic and a knight of the old Knight Order.

Normally, they would never have even faced each other in a place like this.

However.

“Are you finished?”

At the voice of the man in the center, they gradually subdued their deep-seated emotions.

The magical power emanating from the man.

That overwhelming force suppressed the animosity between the two groups.

“Once, we each fought for our own causes.”

“…”

“The Republic’s ideals. The order protected by the Knight Order… Each was noble and worthy of dedicating one’s life to.”

His distinctively wavy brown hair gleamed under the fluorescent lights.

His unique charisma captivating the audience with elegant speech while wearing a beast-like smile.

It was an appearance reminiscent of someone who had disappeared long ago.

The one who founded the Revolutionary Army and tried to change the world.

The revolutionary, Maximilien.

“But now, we have none of that left.”

“…”

“Only one thing remains. Revenge for those who departed before us.”

However, in the eyes of the man who revealed his face, there was no spark of intelligence or cause that had been there before.

What had taken their place was only deep hatred.

“That is why you all responded to my proposal.”

The despicable remnants of magic nobles.

The fallen remnants of the old Republic.

And the ghost of the Revolutionary Army that had been broken before any of them.

Those who could never mix had now blended together to bring down a massive and powerful common enemy.

Whoosh-!

As dark magical power swept through the gathering once, everyone’s attention focused at once.

The man standing at their center.

On the right arm of the young millennium who had just turned twenty was imprinted a familiar form.

[Red Wings]

The imprint of Claude Elcidore, the Revolutionary Army supreme leader who had been purged long ago by Eugene Lorentz.

“I assume all preparations are complete.”

“Of course.”

“Already finished.”

“Excellent, then let us begin our move as well.”

The causes they had originally championed were now gone.

After being suppressed, pushed out, and fallen, only one thing remained. Nothing but terrible malice and madness.

The man standing at the center of that gloomy energy looked around at the ghosts watching them and said:

“For our fallen and dead brothers.”

***

“Lord Elcion has sent a magical power communication.”

“The operation begins.”

Thump- Thump-

A group of people appeared in the Republic refugee camp.

Not in the shabby appearance of refugees, but in expensive fabric and splendid armor.

Their dazzling appearance, as if prepared for this day, seemed out of place in this dark setting.

“Wow…!”

Children were the first to show interest.

The brilliant armor and cloaks.

And the swords fastened at their waists.

The children gathered around and asked with eyes full of curiosity:

“Mister, you look so cool!”

“Who are you misters? Are you important people?”

“Yes. That’s right.”

Children in shabby clothes.

The despicable spawn of the Republic.

The knights looked at the children, drew the swords at their waists with gentle smiles.

“We are proud knights who once protected the continent.”

A bright smile.

With those words, the knights swung their swords at the children without hesitation.

Swish-!

“…huh?”

Seeing the children vanish without a trace, the expressions of refugees watching from afar began to harden.

Knights possessing three stroke or higher imprints.

Their magic had just been unleashed against ordinary people without magical power.

How long did that moment of silence continue?

“Ah, aah…!”

“Run! Run…!”

“Aaaagh–!”

The dozen or so knights activated their magical power at maximum output and began massacring the Republic people gathered in the refugee camp.

Red blood spraying onto shabby tents.

Screams echoing in all directions.

There were no longer any knights who felt pangs of conscience watching this.

They had already come too far to feel such things.

“General Levankov has joined the plan.”

“Good. Because of all the noise those Empire bastards were making, I wanted to tear their ears off.”

Meanwhile, in Kalhyram’s direct-controlled new city.

Here, crowded with people, an exposition showcasing new technologies and artworks for normalizing the continent’s future environment was being held.

An event directly hosted by the ‘Kalhyram Peace Foundation’, an organization under the Supreme Commander.

This was both a venue for promoting next-generation technology and a charity event where most proceeds would go to supporting the former magic noble territory residents and Republic refugees.

“Oh? What’s that?”

“That’s huge… Are they putting on a show?”

Into the lively street filled with laughter appeared Armored Infantry decorated in ridiculous costumes.

Their outer shells covered in animal costumes like bears and rabbits.

As these brightly smiling mascots appeared on the street, people’s attention naturally turned toward them.

And at that moment.

Click.

The weapons built into the powered suits were loaded.

Powered suits for Armored Infantry, smuggled in disguised as event attractions.

The weapons in the powered suits made for hunting knights were

loaded full of anti-personnel shrapnel shells and machine guns.

“Dear citizens of Kalhyram-!”

One Armored Infantry standing in the center called out to the people and.

“Go to hell.”

With those words, the loaded heavy weapons all began spewing fire at once.

“W-what is that?! Aaaagh?!”

“Police! Someone call the police quickly-!”

“Kyaaaagh-!”

Boom—-!

The sound of machine gun fire and explosions drowned out the screams of citizens.

The venue that had been filled with laughter just moments ago

had transformed into a hell filled with nothing but screams and gunfire.

***

“Attack incident at the border region! According to local forces’ information, identified as an attack by Knight Order remnants!”

“Armored Infantry appearance in Rensburg New City! Casualties exceed 2,000. Local police forces cannot handle the situation!”

“Bomb terror at Imperial Railway Line 3, Exit 11!”

“Urgent report from Republic port! Someone in Republic military uniform is firing indiscriminately!”

The Kalhyram Army command ship ‘Peace’, departing from the Imperial Capital.

The operations room located in the center of the airship was in an atmosphere as if a bomb had dropped.

Simultaneous terror attacks.

An enormous amount of information mixing witness reports and support requests.

Standing in the middle of it all, Guille organized the situation through gritted teeth.

“Deploy all currently available military personnel. What about Division Commander Matt?!”

“He headed to the refugee camp at the border. Five stroke imprint mages were confirmed, so he said he would suppress that side…”

“Then contact Division Commander Ortega. Have the 13th Airborne Brigade drop straight into Rensburg. Tell them to suppress the Armored Infantry and have remaining personnel focus on evacuation operations with the city defense force!”

“Commander!”

“Where is it this time!”

Though Kalhyram Army forces stationed throughout the territory were moving swiftly, it wasn’t enough.

Terror attacks occurring simultaneously across the continent.

With civilians and terrorists mixed together in various locations, and the terrorists in disguise, it would take time to block all these variables.

The Intelligence Department was also in chaos trying to verify the flood of information from all directions.

In the middle of hearing the jumbled reports, a magical power communication came in from Intelligence Department Director Rebecca.

– Agents have compiled the information. The perpetrators of the terror attacks are all different.

“Knight Order rampaging in the refugee camps, former Republic army Armored Infantry inside the Empire. Some unrelated criminals mixed in among them.”

– Yes. But there’s something strange.

Along with Rebecca’s communication, an operations officer placed documents in front of the operations room map.

Information on the organizations carrying out terror attacks in each region and their leadership.

All this information compiled and brought in less than an hour since reports began coming in.

– The ones leading this chaos are forces that have been hiding for the past 5 years.

“The Republic Liberation Front, Heirs of the Round Table… You’re saying these organizations all acted at once? But…”

– I know what you want to say.

Rebecca paused briefly before continuing in a serious voice.

– Why did they carry out these attacks? What is their objective? We can’t figure out the reason.

“…”

Their targets were all civilian residential areas and refugee camps.

There were no problems at Kalhyram Army’s major strategic points – they were just repeating purposeless massacres.

– We’ve figured out just one thing. These different groups are acting in perfect coordination, as if by prior arrangement.

“Director Rebecca. You mean…”

– Yes. Just as Commander Guille suspected.

There was a moment of silence, and.

“All the terror attacks happening in the Empire right now were planned by a single group.”

Just as Rebecca’s words reached that point.

Boom-!

The airship Guille was riding shook violently once.

“Waaagh?!”

“What happened!”

Guille opened the operations room door and stepped out.

Hearing his voice, an engineer with a troubled expression appeared.

“We’re under attack! The gas cell center and left engine are gone! At this rate…!”

Power enough to break through barriers?

As he was thinking this, a large shadow appeared opposite the descending airship.

“Impossible.”

Black gas cells and the emblem carved on them.

The airship ‘Liberty’, once renowned as Maximilien’s flagship.

And at its end stood a man in an outfit not seen for a long time.

A trench coat commonly worn by the Revolutionary Army.

The [Red Wings] imprinted on his right arm.

And the red flag of the Revolutionary Army held in his hand.

“Revolutionary Army?”

The symbol of the Revolutionary Army that had been destroyed long ago once again revealed itself in the sky.

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