"So…your choice: Fight that battle on your own like you have been doing, or join hands with us?
"Alterra will be fine—we can guarantee it. What about you?
"Anyway, since you don't want our help, then we won't force you either."
Ryo and they turned back, not planning on looking back, making Menarco and the others confused and reluctant.
A song about goodbye and no looking back played in the background.
"..."
"This…" Menarco uttered, and this time the rest of the cronies couldn't speak. They were still uncomfortable, but what if these people's words were true? Would they (the Elders) be able to stand by their decisions and take responsibility for the results?
The fact that they already knew so much about the world. They, in contrast, were still struggling to survive. The chances of winning the next war were extremely small, too.
They did not have the solution to this yet…so, in retrospect, they might not get a chance to get out of their predicament again.
