Leader and Instigator, Lambert
Mia and the others aimed at the mayor’s mansion as inconspicuous as possible. For disguise, Sion puts on a hat and Mia puts on a cloth over her head like a veil. This just made her more suspicious. However, the town seemed to be preoccupied that they didn’t get any attention.
In some parts of the town, there were young people with weapons in their hands. Everyone is wearing normal clothes, and there is no unity of uniforms like a regular army. However, there is the common fact that their faces are flushed with excitement.
“The revolutionary army…”
Mia remembered the previous timeline for a moment, but soon noticed the difference. The light that dwells in their eyes is rather pure excitement as if they are at a festival. She couldn’t feel the stinging hatred nor the bloodthirst that was characteristic of the Imperial Revolutionary Army during her previous timeline.
The houses along the streets are all tightly closed, probably to avoid getting entangled with what is happening. As far as she can see, no looting has been done, and although it is noisy, there are no violence.
It doesn’t seem like they are killing people…
“They’re revolutionary comrades over there.”
Lynsha pointed to a crowd. The people in the crowd seemed to be holding a blue cloth.
“What are those?”
“It’s like a symbol of the revolution. I think it’s wrapped around the head. They call themselves Blue Scarves or something.”
“Oh, is that so…?”
Mia muttered…
Hmm, what an odd name. It sounds fake or plagiarized. Sounds more like a weird cult led by a weird leader.
For a moment, Mia’s mental performance hit its peak that her intuition got information from another world. However, this knowledge was useless to the people around her.
The Diamond Legion sounds so much stronger after all.
“By the way, how much do they know about us?”
Sion asked.
“I think the senior members have been informed. But those people? Maybe they’re the ones who gathered in response to my brother’s call, so they probably don’t know you.”
“I see. That’s convenient. Let’s hurry up and blend with them.”
Sion sprinted towards the crowd and came back with a blue cloth.
“Here Mia, wear one too.”
“I wonder if this is okay…?”
Mia wrapped a blue cloth around her head.
“Well, at least it is better than the one you are draping over your head.”
Lynsha said with a small sigh.
The city mayor’s mansion was like a noble’s little mansion. The turmoil had already subsided, and men with blue cloths on their heads were gathering in the large garden one after another.
And a young man was crying out to incite them. Same as Lynsha, he has brown hair and deep blue eyes. In his eyes, however, there was this burning zeal.
“We’re making the demands that are justified. We are suffering from heavy taxes. We want our voices to be heard. Chancellor Dasayev gave us that voice. We want him to be returned. That’s all. But the king and the government doesn’t listen to us. That’s why we stood up. The mayor fled with an escort before we surrounded the mansion. He ignored our voices and abandoned his responsibility.”
He did not possess a singer-like voice that people will fall in love with. It is also different from the overpowering voice of a powerful knight captain. Instead, he has an exquisitely perfected intonation. It is a politician’s voice brimming with charisma inspiring people.
“It’s unfortunate that we could not stop the mayor’s escape. But in return we were able to take the town without losing a single man. This is all thanks to you, my comrades. All of you who answered my call. If it wasn’t for each and every one of you, this wouldn’t have been possible. So you have my deepest gratitude.”
The young people all roared in approval at once. Eventhough they haven’t won a battle yet, their morale is very high.
“A compelling speaker. He attracts people. He is more like an instigator than a leader, though he plays both parts well. Lynsha, would he happen to be your brother?”
Sion asked after commenting.
Before Lynsha could respond to Sion’s question…
“Oh, Lynsha. You came…”
The young man in question turned to them.
“Lambert-niichan…”
“Oh? Who are these children with you?”
Lambert looked suspiciously at Sion and Mia.
“Maybe these are the kids that Jem was talking about? The ones who are a danger to the revolution?”
Hearing that, all the people around him put their hands on the sword. Sion also prepares to respond by putting his hand on his sword, but …
“Stop! If you point your sword at a young children, we lose our integrity and no one will listen to us.”
Lambert raised his hand and calmed those around him.
“Please, brother. Listen to these kids. Talk to these kids.”
“Talk …?”
He quietly stared at Sion and Mia’s faces and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Author’s note:
Hello, this is Mochizuki. It’s December soon.
It gets cold, so please take care of yourself.
I hope to see you again on Tuesday.
It is obviously not December at the moment… But still take care of yourself. Don’t end up like me.
