"Here reporting live for TN! Our correspondents at Rodenius are going to ask the native inhabitants in the three countries of the continent for their opinion on this scandal, we know that the actions of the provisional president Cristobal have affected the natives of this world and we believe that those most affected have the right to express themselves on the situation."
After a few moments they pass the correspondent located in Louria, the journalist approaches a wealthy person, with ornaments too exquisite to describe, however the most colorful thing was a fox tail as a scarf, something strange since the tail was too big to be of a common fox.
"How do you feel about it now that you know it was Cristobal who was responsible for the death of your king?"
"It was something that was already suspected, but we couldn't do much about it." Replied the man.
"The president defended himself by arguing that he was protecting the demi-humans and other races like the elves from possible genocide, what does he have to say about that?" Asked the journalist.
"That's ridiculous!" Snorted the man.
Hearing this, the journalist and the host of the program smiled, they believed that with that, Cristobal's major argument would be refuted... However, the man continued talking.
"Those beasts are not human in the first place."
"...Eh?"
"Calling our sacred mission to cleanse Rodenius of those pests genocide is stupid, it's like calling exterminating termites genocide. They're just dangerous animals that need to be eradicated."
Both the periodist and the panelist were silent, completely shocked to hear those words.
"I'm glad the Argentine people have seen the folly of their leader, to consider those leeches as our equals is pure imbecility, I hope the next leader has some common sense."
The journalist looked at the fox-tailed scarf that the aristocrat had, a tail too big to belong to a simple fox. "T-that scarf..." The reporter couldn't bring himself to finish the question, his voice was shaky and he was completely pale
"Oh, this?" The aristocrat smiled as he saw that his wardrobe had been noticed. "A very fine fur scarf to tell you the truth, it's the only good thing those demi-humans can-"
The panelist motioned for them to cut the broadcast, anyone at home could see how he was sweating nervously.
"L-let's go to our correspondent in Qua-Toyne!"
A female journalist introduced herself and began to talk to an elf she met nearby who was carrying a carriage of agricultural products, he appeared to be a farmer traveling to the city to sell his produce.
"What do you think about the current Argentine president forcing the Qua-Toyne government to cede land to Argentine companies?" the journalist asked.
"Well... Thanks to that we can now buy coffee, cocoa, sugar and other things that we did not have and are produced in those Argentine plantations." The peasant elf responded.
"Don't you consider that an attack on the sovereignty of your country?"
"Well... Argentina not only helped us with the war but also helped us a lot developing, the new steel tools, the port... obviously they were going to ask for something in return. In fact I am glad that you have not asked for slaves as tribute as demanded by Parlpadia, we have got the best deal we could have gotten."
"Given the precedent that Argentina has murdered the sovereign of a nation, even though it is an enemy nation, does not fear that Cristobal could do the same in Qua-Toyne if he does not like the government?"
"That is common for the survivors, Parlpadia financed Louria because we refuse to pay the tribute of slaves, however I doubt that anything like this will happen since now everyone knows that aligning with Argentina is the most beneficial."
"What about the incident with the guilds where there were several dead?" The journalist was asking, trying to get him to say something that would condemn Cristobal.
"I don't know about that incident, but if they object to us getting Argentine products then they can go to hell."
Seeing that they could not get anything useful they decided to continue with other citizens, however they could not get the answers they wanted, which was not surprising, after all they were saved by Cristobal.
Soon the turn came to interview the citizens of Quila, they believed that with them they would have more luck since YPF and YCF had taken over half the kingdom and believed that they could awaken some nationalism to make them protest.
"We have no problem." said a woman with ears and wolf tail.
If they had consulted a historian, they would know that things like nationalism is not something medieval.
During the feudal era the common people, the servants, swore allegiance to their feudal lords, lords who in turn swore allegiance to a king or emperor, and not to a concept as a nation. The feudal mentality of the inhabitants of Quila who went to the oil and coal companies fleeing from hunger see these companies and their bosses as their feudal lords, who obeyed Argentina. Those companies gave them food, shelter, tools to work and medical services along with things like paid vacations and, in the future, a retirement.
Of course, it must be made clear that all this was not for the good heart of the entrepreneurs, Cristobal had asked the companies exclusively so that there were no investigations for irregularities and investigate that so much land was ceded. Although at first the companies reluctantly noticed that, thanks to that, they had a lifeline ready if the fall of Cristobal dragged them to them, Just notice that if some crazy socialist takes power over the riots or tries to put them on trial and seeks to expropriate them they will rot with all the machinery to Quila where the local population is literally willing to take up arms for them.
"What do you think about the treaty of Argentina and Parlpadia where their zones of influence are divided? Cristobal does not allow Parlpadia to do business with this continent without his permission and" The journalist believed that with that she could have something to attack the president, again the reaction was not expected.
"Argentina could make Parlpadia back?!" Quite surprised and, to the confusion of the journalist, happy. " Everyone! Listen! Argentina has removed the Parlpadian influence of Rodenius!"
They began to sound whistles of approval and celebration, even some applause.
"Yes! We are no longer under threat from those bastards!"
"It's about time! We have to celebrate with an Argentine barbecue!"
"For the bosses! For Cristobal! For Argentina!"
The panelist gestured to end the reporting and then went to commercials, grabbing his head because of the disaster that was.
This report made several more understandable with Cristobal, however that would not be enough to save him from a life sentence.
Casa Rosada.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" the officer asked when he saw the script that Cristobal had prepared. " If you give that speech I'm gonna have to arrest you as soon as you're done with that."
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"Could you wait a few hours? I'd like to know how everyone reacts to this." The president was smiling, although in the previous days he was with a defeatist and depressive expression now looked different. Optimism? No, it was the expression I had with someone who was extremely stressed with a task or job and who at the end says "Fuck this!" To then start wasting time relaxing, partying and sleeping without caring about anything else.
"Okay, it's not like you're going to be in prison for long."
"I will be unimpeachable, in ten days I go out." he said jokingly.
Esthirant.
"Don't worry... he won't do anything stupid, you're worrying too much." Agustin was sitting on his bed quite nervous, while he had a radio nearby to listen to what would surely be his friend's last speech as president...
"Who am I kidding? He's gonna do something really stupid..."
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After a couple of hours, Cristobal was going to give his speech, he had megaphones put out for those who were protesting in the streets. Although the media was against the interim president, due to the large amount of evidence about his guilt he had them allow the message to be transmitted on their channels, curious to see how the president would deny something so obvious as each channel prepared its political analysts ready to dismember Cristobal's speech.
Even in the territories of Rodenius as the carboniferous and oil fields of Quila or the big cities of Qua-Toyne where they possessed radios would listen to the speech.
The English and Americans would not miss this either, this was the culmination of their plan to secure the islands and remove an anti-NATO ruler at the same time.
"Citizens of the Argentine nation, I have been accused of everything in these last days. I have been called a terrorist, a murderer, an imperialist, an abuser of power and going beyond the constitution and the division of powers... All that is true!"
On hearing that, everyone kept quiet, he... admitted to his crimes?
"To the Argentine people, I would like to ask them a question. Why our country, of all countries, was summoned to this world?"
Cristobal made a moment of silence for that question to be emphasized in the listeners.
"To find out just look beyond our borders... Hunger, illiteracy, speciesism, genocide, slavery... this world is submerged in savagery and contempt for life. The concept of civilization in this world is a rotten concept to the core, where if you are born outside the three continents you have no right! where you can be enslaved or killed by any member of those "civilized" continents without motive and without punishment!"
On hearing this, the British authorities did nothing but clench their fists when remembering the actions of Parlpadia, Cristobal had inadvertently beaten on a yaga that still hurt.
"In this world where racial supremacists exist those who seek to extinguish the other races as was the case of Louria, or the use of their own population as sacred chess pieces as Qua-Toyne leaving the city of Gim to its fate! We went to stop that barbaric act that both nations committed!"
In Qua-Toyne, these words caused a stir, one of the presents I was hearing was Captain Moiji. Hearing that he could not stop his legs from failing to fall to the ground on their knees, now it all made sense, because they never answered him or gave him orders on how to proceed. " Kisama, Ore... we were betrayed..." He murmured the name of his wife and daughter knowing that his own government was willing to sacrifice them, if not for Argentina his whole family would be dead.
"We also have Parlpadia, a self-proclaimed superpower that does nothing but mess with those who are more debil than them as was the case with the unjustified attack on Fenn and that invades us in combat. Intimidating the smallest babies to give them slaves and know nothing but the law of the strongest, Barbaric!" He spoke passionately.
Agustin for the moment approved this speech. "Well.. You scared me a little at first but everything you say is true. You may be removed but with a good plan in the future once everyone sees what this world looks like and the trial drags on in time maybe you can return to the presidency." The diplomat agrees to this idea. "It will be hard but it is possible."
"I will tell you why our country was summoned! By divine will!"
With those words, Agustin felt as if something inside his head was breaking, perhaps a cerebral vessel because of the stupidity he had just heard. "No! Don't you son of a bitch! Shut up!" Agustin yelled at the radio as if his friend could hear him.
"We were sent to this world by the heavens to bring the civilizing lighthouse and guide this world out of this state of violence in which they are stuck! It is our duty to lead these people into a more enlightened future free from the shackles of slavery! Our duty is to improve this world where a so-called superpower like Parlpadia ace what he wants with impunity! Where the barbarism of Louria allows them to massacre innocents just for being different! where slave ships cross the world without anyone stopping them and where they remain purposefully blind to technological advances to weaken them! It is our sacred duty to remove that veil of ignorance and lead them to a better future!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Agustin couldn't even scream, he just carried his hand to his face for the embarrassment.
"who else is best suited to make Argentina fulfill its divine duty than me?"
"It's over, when it's time for trial I'll testify against him."
"While all the other politicians left a vacuum of power because nobody wanted to take over the country at its worst, it was I who took the reins of the country and I who straightened this country! The only reason why the country still exists in the first place is because of ME!"
With this Agustin confirmed that Cristobal had gone mad.
"Don't you understand?! I was chosen by God to lead Argentina in this task of leading this world on a path of prosperity, where we end once and for all the speciesism, slavery and technological backwardness in this world! You mean I want an imperialist Argentina? Go! But when this "empire" returns to its borders all those who were under our wings will be equal to us breaking definitively with this system of first, second and third civilization and not civilized, will be our friends and equals and we will support each other! But those who oppose us and attack us or our allies will be crushed!"
"So go home! Do not fight against the glorious and holy destiny of our beautiful nation! Long live the motherland!"
And that ended Cristobal's speech.
Agustin was covering his face for the cringe.
"Cristobal la concha de tu hermana, pelotudo de mierda what the fuck did you smoke?"
Casa Rosada.
"And how they reacted to the speech." After a couple of hours Cristobal smiled as he had his legs up his desk while drinking some Fernet with coke.
"They hated him, Mr President, they all think you've gone mad!" the officer said as he reviewed the comments of outraged people.
Now Cristobal would be unimpeachable, he just had to keep the role of religious madman until the trial was over and he would get rid of the jail.
"I'll finally be free of this whole president thing, and don't indulge those parasites who want to see me in jail."
"What about your friend Agustin? He wouldn't be fired and tried too?"
"No, he's sure to testify against me to save his own skin, we're friends but he's not an idiot." Breathing deeply while drinking the alcoholic drink, changing his expression of relaxation for a more melancholic
"Surely he must be furious with me, hearing me speak again so... I must have made him remember bad memories..."
Esthirant. The next day.
"What did they do?!" Ambassador Agustin was in shock so he had just heard from his assistant.
"The inhabitants of Rodenius are Protestant to leave in peace... prophet of the gods..."
"Are you fucking with me?"
"N-no sir, it seems that the demi-humans, elves and others in Quila and Qua-Toyne believed the president's speech..."
"W-what?! Why?! How?!"
Quila, Argentine missions.
"The president Cristobal is not a prophet or saint! He just went crazy!" A nun was trying to reassure the demi-human wolves who were discussing going to the embassy to join the protests.
"Come on sister! An extremely advanced nation appears out of nowhere, defeats a kingdom that sought our extinction and also helps us develop?! How can this not be the work of God?!" one argued.
"And it was because of Cristobal's ears that helped us! How can he not be a saint sent by God almighty?!" said another.
The priests and parish priests were forced to choose whether to make the believers angry and to leave or if they should follow the current to stay... most chose the last option.
Casa Rosada.
"What did they do?!" The president could not believe what the report said.
"That apparently the demi-humans believed that bullshit speech." The officer was with a funny expression.
"Are you fucking with me?"
"No, but inside their heads it makes sense, for them what happened with Louria was... divine."
Cristobal snorted, holding his gills trying to think. "I hope this doesn't cause trouble, haven't you ordered me to stop yet?"
"Not yet, there is a battle in the Senate trying to decide who will be the new provisional president, for the moment they need someone to be the target of the protests."
"Even for that they are incompetent, the country has stopped totally more than a week. If it takes any longer, we'll have supply problems again."
"They can blame you for that."
"Right... Maybe I'm goingexile after all, there would be people worshipping me like a saint," he said thinking of the idea smiling.
British Embassy.
"They said it was an emergency call?" Ambassador Kent was entering his office as MI6 men tried to open communications with Falklands.
"We'll be online in 3... 2... 1... Done!"
"Mr Ambassador! We have a very serious problem!" Governor Phillips looks down. "Fenn is being invaded!"
"What?! How did that happen?!"
"A night invasion, it was not until the next morning that we had confirmation from the Leiforian embassy in Fenn."
"Shit, how bad is the situation?" the ambassador asked.
"If Fenn falls we will have no base from which to attack Duro and give the Parlpadians another port to invade Altaras." replied the governor.
"Can we send troops to help them?"
"We could destroy the fleet, yet as many standing soldiers as their wyverns have disembarked, I don't know if we could expel them from Fenn even if we take our own army from the islands, we have very few troops."
"Just when everything seemed to be going well..."