Vol 2 Chapter 801: Prime Minister's Declaration

At 11:50, when Heilijia and Li En appeared at the door of the classroom together, all the members of Class VII, except Klo, were all present.
The crowd was gathered around the radio on the podium, listening very intently to the news coming from it, and even had no time to take care of the arrival of the two companions. Regarding this, Heilijia and Lien were not incomprehensible, and didn't say anything. They just moved to the side of the radio.
"Prime Minister Osborne’s statement is about to begin. Regarding the independence of Crossbel, regarding the crisis of the imperial army’s defeat, it is no exaggeration to say that the fate of the Ereponia Empire will be in the next few hours. It’s decided inside.
The host spoke of the speech that had already been prepared in a cold voice without a trace of emotion, which added a bit of heaviness to the murderous atmosphere,
Now, let’s switch the signal to Dreyer. Live reporter from Kells Square."
The sound of signal switching came, and then the somewhat rigid boy turned into a pleasant female voice at this moment.
After hearing this voice, Macias, Lien, Elliott and others did not have any strange reactions at all. They only showed a natural expression after figuring out the source of the voice; but Emma’s expression was It became a little scary in that moment-more scary than she had ever been before.
"This...this voice is..." She whispered and no one noticed, and the moving female voice on the radio continued: "The Prime Minister's speech is about to begin-then, let us clean up, Start--"
"What's wrong? Squad leader?" Laura keenly noticed that her friend's expression was wrong.
"You... do you know who this person is talking about now?" She glanced over the classmates present with a somewhat helpless and unbelievable look, and not surprisingly received the confusion and expressions of others. At a loss, "This is the person on the radio."
"Oh... isn't this Miss Misty?" Macias said strangely. He is a loyal listener of "Starry Night Ten".
"Oh... it's the "Starry Night Ten" person. "Instructor Sarah obviously also felt a little strange to the reaction of the students, and after hearing the name, she also showed a dazed expression.
"Well... the sound is still so nice." Li En said.
"..." Emma did not speak, and the expression on her face turned into a complex expression of confusion, disappointment and sadness. The students felt even more strange about this, but inexplicably felt that they couldn't speak. Fortunately, just when it was a bit embarrassing, the voice on the radio had changed from a crisp and moving female voice to a deep and thick middle-aged male voice.

The imperial capital of Heimdall, the cascading streets and the scattered high-rise buildings can’t be blocked. It is the majesty of the Balfrey Palace in the center of the city and the one in front of the palace’s main entrance to commemorate the "Lion Heart Emperor" Delais The famous square built by Kells. This holy place, which has been the greatest emperor in the history of the empire for several years, has been worshipped by tourists from all over the world, but now it is completely martial law by layers of armed guards.
The elite members of the "Railway Gendarmerie" divided the main roads around the square and conducted rigorous patrols. Only the distinguished persons who were allowed to enter, or the reporters who were allowed to shoot and report, passed the strict After a body search, the people of the Empire who were allowed to enter, and wanted to see the prime minister's true face, or simply wanted to join in the fun, were firmly blocked outside the encirclement, and could only pass through the earlier preparations. His telescope, or various means, look at the most central podium.
And on the Triumphal Avenue at the front entrance of the Palace, facing the exit, a row of the newest main tank of the Empire’s regular army "No. 18" is lined up. The hideous muzzle and the steel body create In the center of the square, in front of the statue of Emperor Lionheart, Osborne, the "Iron Prime Minister" has an atmosphere very consistent.
In the face of the indiscriminate bombardment of the cameras of the reporters, the whispers of the invited audience, and even the people in some further places, Prime Minister Osborne just looked at the watch on his wrist indifferently. , Quietly watching the pointer pass the moment at 12 noon.
"Dear citizens of the imperial capital, and all citizens from all over the empire." The moment Prime Minister Osborne spoke, he attracted all the eyes of his surroundings, and those unnatural whispers and gossip were here. It was completely wiped out in an instant. Osborn’s tone was now Ereponia’s breath.
"I am the representative of the Erebonian government, Gillies Osborne. I think you all know the incredible bad news in the past few days... There is no doubt that the identity should be part of the imperial territory. Clos Bell of the "subordinate state" actually made a stupid statement of "independence"! "
Speaking of this, Osborne leaned forward, slammed his hands heavily on the podium where the microphone was placed, and made an expression and gesture filled with righteous indignation, "Of course, in order to correct this kind of mistake, we have taken completely legitimate Action. This is not aggression, but the power of the sovereign state, and it can even be said to be an "obligation"! But they, they have committed incredible atrocities! Our righteous division was hit by weapons of mass destruction in the Galleria Gorge on the outskirts of Closberg—"
Osborne stopped the conversation abruptly. The noise of Delekels Square was completely quiet at this moment, and even the hands of the reporters who were pressing the shutter frantically were slower. In this atmosphere of unruffled prestige, even if Osborne calmed down a little, he could still clearly reach everyone's ears.
"Everyone, can we forgive this blatant malice? Can we let the pride and glory of the great empire be insulted and lose for no reason? No! Absolutely not!" Osborn clenched his fists abruptly. In an astonishing and vigorous tone, he said: "Even if it is to be exchanged with steel and blood-we must also implement it. The justice belongs to the Ereponia and belongs to the Ereponia!"
Osborn’s speech was extremely provocative—bystanders at the imperial capital site, and even the people of the imperial capital who were tightly clamped on the periphery of the cordon, were originally the loyal supporters of Prime Minister Osborne and the reformists. In addition, these days, I have felt all kinds of inconvenient anger and dissatisfaction due to the movements of Crossbell, and it has broken through people's inner control of emotions at this moment.
However, compared with the central square of the imperial capital, which is agitated by the sentiments, Tolista, a small town hundreds of times away, still rarely remains silent and calm in the face of such speeches.