If you think about it another way, this incident is not entirely bad for Britannia.

"As the saying goes, the deer chaser doesn't see the mountain, and this time ZERO is like that."

This is what Cornelia said to Guilford and the others around her after the investigation of the incident was over. She seems to have completely forgotten about her acquaintance with ZERO and what happened in the cave with the man she wanted.

"The fact that the Black Knights have swept the common people in is very important. To hype it up through all the media. Let those who claim to be righteous sober and sober. This time, the man was digging his own grave for a small profit. ”

Of course, in response to this, the Black Knights have repeatedly reiterated their claims: the Britannia military did not issue an "order" in time for the people around Narita to evacuate, but only stayed at the level of "advice", so the main culprit that caused the innocent injury was the Britannian side, which made a mistake in judging the situation.

In no era will a war end with just one battle. Unless the winner is completely decided, even if there is a temporary truce, there will be a war of words to be fought with each other claiming to be righteous. Then such a dispute led to new tensions until the next war.

It was really a pointless quarrel, a war of words, and in the eyes of most of the citizens of Britannia, the right thing to do was, of course, the Empire and the Doge of Cornelia. In the eyes of most Eleven, the right ones are of course ZERO and the Black Knights.

There were even radicals who saw it as a major victory against Britannia, especially with the destruction of the Japanese Liberation Front, and the cheers for the Black Knights to replace their First Resistance grew louder.

The result of this controversy and confusion is that when a war is seen as a stage, everyone involved thinks that they are the protagonists.

The story is based on the individual, and in the process of countless individuals staging their own autobiographies, the "dots" of the "individual" are connected into "threads", and finally converge into a raging tide that no individual can do anything to collapse the entire stage, and all that remains is the grief and cry of those who are swallowed by the waves.

However, these complaints are unfounded. Because it is these people themselves who form the ultimate flow of history. It doesn't matter whether they are military or civilian, it doesn't matter who they are and what they are and what they are.

The crux of the matter is not these, as long as they are still in this world, as long as they are alive, human beings should be responsible for everything in the world. Those who understand these truths are silent and reflect on their own responsibilities, while those who do not understand these truths open their mouths to blame others. As long as there are people on this stage, the show will not end.

Probably the authorities know this.

In general, such activities tend to be treated as a formality.

Except for photos that are used by the media for propaganda, the substance is often very empty. Maybe it's impossible not to be empty. The difference in personal itinerary and identity makes this condolence activity completely different from the nature of condolences such as sending supper to people who stay up late and work.

As a kind of performance for the purpose of obtaining political effects, it is also helpless to promote the image of a "ruler who is sympathetic to the feelings of the people".

Looking up at Knightmare, who shimmered white in the sun, Euphemia remembered a memory that was not so far away. Maybe it's because of a little self-reproach in my heart, right?

Euphemia, the third queen of the Holy British Empire, Euphemia L. Britannia slowly stepped down from the V-TOL plane, and the first thing that caught her eye was the Knightmare, the Lancelot. As well as the base personnel who lined up in neat columns in front of Knightmare.

Perhaps because of the special nature of the department they belong to, they have a softer atmosphere than other troops.

Of course, it was not that the force received any special treatment. Originally, this was not planned by Fimia herself. Condolences to those who fought hard for their country - this is the order of my sister Governor of District 11 Cornelia L. British.

Before this, she had already visited several troops, and this was the last stop of her condolences.

However, this unit was not mentioned in Conelia's order, and it was Fiemia's own intention to include this place in the itinerary - she also felt that it was her own willfulness.

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming, Her Royal Highness Princess Euphemia."

A female non-commissioned officer stepped out of the neat queue and saluted Yufemiaa with a smile. From the first time she met her, Euphemia always felt that she was a gentle, steady and beautiful non-commissioned officer.

"I'm Sehir Kolmi, who is in charge of showing you around today. We're happy to help. ”

"Please take care of me, Lieutenant Kolmi."

Euphemia smiled a little complicated and replied politely.

Inside the hangar, Cehir, who was in charge of reception, stood in front of the white Knightmare*Lancelot, introducing Euphemia to him.

"In the past, the interconnectedness of electronic components limited the use of sakura dite in each part. Since the development of a special drive, it has been possible to increase the use of SAKURA DITE. It is estimated that this new technology alone can improve the body's athletic performance by 15% compared to the original. ”

Smiling and nodding as he listened, Yuffie searched for "him" with his eyes from time to time. When he landed at the landing site dedicated to the V-TOL aircraft, there was no shadow of him in the crowd that came to greet him.

At the time, I thought he had stayed in Lancelot's cockpit and didn't come out, but soon realized that he had thought wrong. In the cockpit of the open Lancelot, there was no one.

Isn't he here today?

Still is......

Just thinking about this, he suddenly collided with Cehir, who was introducing Lancelot to him. Like a child who was caught red-handed for doing something bad, Euphemia couldn't help but panic. For some reason, Cehir smiled slightly.

"I was supposed to show you how the sporty performance of the airframe is – but I'm sorry, but the exclusive driver happened to get a special leave of absence for the past two days......"

My heart sank.

"Of course, the time off is to receive the driver's routine regular health checks. The driver himself was rude to not be able to greet His Highness Yuphimia in person, but this is a mandatory rule, so please understand that. ”

Taken aback, Euphemia stared at the face of the woman in front of her, as if looking for something. Cehir's gentle eyes seemed to signal something to Euphemia - as if to say, "Don't worry, it's okay." It was a gaze-to-eye exchange that the attendants who followed Euphemia were not aware of.

"Next, let me show you around the development site."

By the time he said this, Cehir's expression had returned to his usual expression.

Maybe it's because I'm not used to it, but it's really tiring to receive this kind of work.

Walking down the deserted aisle, Cehir thought.

At this moment, Suzaku is not in a health check, but is being interrogated.