Sunlight was shining through the sky, huge machines were busy, and destroyed houses were repaired at breakneck speed. However, the grief did not decrease, but intensified over time.

Although Hayman City was the base camp of the Southern Fleet, due to its unique geographical location, trade was extremely prosperous. Coupled with the outbreak of war and the migration of a large number of people, the number of residents in the city is also skyrocketing at an incredible rate.

The overpopulation density has finally led to a bad result. After a night attack, the cemetery almost tripled in size, revealing the sheer number of deaths.

Even though three days have passed, the crying has never stopped. It's just that the high-ranking generals turn a blind eye to such things and choose to ignore them directly.

This is the change brought about by class division, even if there are many deaths, it is not a big deal for the elite and the upper class. Because their friends and relatives are not among them, they are just a bunch of numbers.

"Big Sister"

"What is death?"

Standing on the street, Muriel felt the corner of her clothes being pulled and looked to the left. I saw a child with teary eyes, looking at himself with anticipation.

The unknown string in his heart plucked slightly, and reached out to touch his head.

"Why are you asking this question?"

"Because yesterday my uncle said that my father, mother and brother were dead. If I don't go to him, I'll have to go to the welfare home. Why do I have to go to my uncle's house and the welfare home when I die? ”

The child asked, tilting his head.

Feeling an uncomfortable emotion, tears suddenly flowed.

"Is it because I robbed my brother of candy a few days ago, which made my father, mother and brother unhappy, so they don't want me anymore?"

"Is it because I'm not well-behaved, so I have to go to my uncle's house to live?"

"Is it because I was disobedient, so they deliberately died, let me go to the welfare home"

The sound of questioning surrounded her ears, and Muriel felt a pain in her heart, and reached out to hold the child in her arms. Thinking back to what I have seen and heard in the past few days, as well as the sound of crying, I feel endless sadness.

Why do the struggles at the top always involve the civilians at the bottom? What are they guilty of? Why do you suffer so much? Is it because you are in the civilian class?

"Big Sister"

"You hurt me, if you don't know, I'll ask someone else"

The child who was picked up said to Muriel.

Muriel gently put the child down, and then walked forward without saying a word. These questions are not qualified to be answered, and it is not known how to respond. The world is cruel, can you really bear to let such shackles be handed over to the next generation?

Looking at the back of Muriel leaving, the child showed a puzzled gaze, and even forgot about his grief. Turning around in a daze, he walked towards a house. Seeing the oncoming man, the tears in the corners of his eyes slipped again.

The intermittent voice came, and Muriel's expression was a little dazed. It is nothing more than children asking, and adults answering in an unreasonable way, and finally even using necessary means to cause crying.

The corners of his eyes were a little moist, and when he reached out and touched them, he realized that they were tears. This is not the first time that tears have been shed, and it will not be the last. But I secretly made a decision in my heart, and I must not continue the current problems to the next generation or the next generation.

If anyone is destined to be a pioneer, let himself take the clarion call and charge the class barriers with his life. At least compared to his younger brother, he now has certain conditions and strength.

If nothing is possible under such conditions, the situation will be worse for future generations to come.

Take a deep breath and dispel all thoughts, the weak are not qualified to grieve, and the strong have no need to grieve at all. Only by making ourselves strong can we use our power to change the world and open a free-flowing channel for the divided classes.

"Your Highness"

Looking at Dixie, who was standing at the fork in the road, with a depressed expression, and the ten female guards, Muriel shouted quietly.

Dixie turned to look at Muriel, who was approaching, and suddenly bowed down to her.

The sudden change of ten female guards was stunned in place, and Mu Lier also looked a little helpless. What's going on? Why would Her Royal Highness the Princess salute herself?

Hurriedly dodged and did not dare to accept this salute.

"This palace once said that it is necessary to find a way for the low-level commoners to rise, to open a gap in the barriers of all classes, and to renew the empire."

"Commoners are no longer living like walking corpses, the powerful are not ignoring the lower classes, and everyone can find the true meaning of pursuing life and their own mission. And live according to your own will, and truly feel the meaning of life."

"But I have brought more calamity and needless suffering"

"These people didn't have to lose their lives, because my arrival caused some people to have bad intentions. The gods led a large army to attack the city of, which caused heavy casualties."

"I ......"

When Dixie said this, the scene he had seen in the past few days came to his mind. The generals and the city's magnates celebrated, fantasizing about the bounty that the imperial capital was about to bring, but the people at the bottom were desolate. Such a huge contrast makes myself speechless.

Are they at fault?

Clearly, there is nothing wrong with that.

Not only did City not lose, but because he asked for credit from the imperial capital, it became a big victory. There was no reason for generals and dignitaries to be upset, and there was no reason not to hold a celebration banquet.

Even hundreds of thousands of soldiers, excited about the upcoming reward, are doing what they are supposed to do at their posts. There is no reason to feel desolation with the people at the bottom.

Why does it hurt me? Why do you salute Muriel, who is also a commoner? Because the foundations of the empire are suffering the greatest crisis in history.

It's just that now someone can tell themselves, what should be done next? The female guards suffered heavy losses, the senior generals were in a stable position, and the entire Southern Fleet could not be splashed. Even as the head coach, there is no room for interference, but is controlled by them.

I was obviously in the sun, but I was at a loss in front of me.

"I understand Your Highness's feelings, it's just that we have limited time, don't forget the main purpose of this trip"

"He's coming?"

"It arrived three days ago"

"Where?"

"Tell me about you at the cemetery"

"Cemetery?"

Dixie froze in place, a little frightened on her face. The atmosphere around us is already grieving, and if you go to the cemetery, it will be even more sad.

It's just that the only thing we can count on now is the Otherworld, which is the last reliance.

Secretly gritted his teeth and took Muriel and the female guards and walked towards the cemetery.