A War Hero With No Regrets

36 – A turbulent world (1)

The summit schedule held in the Republic of Bostania was a total of 5 nights and 6 days.

On the first day of arrival, the only plan was to arrive safely at the accommodation.

It was 8pm by the time we were assigned to accommodations and unpacked.

The actual schedule began the next day.

The leaders of each country gave speeches at the parliament of the Republic of Bostania, and then the summit began in the middle of a gathering of reporters.

Of course, an informal meeting was held afterwards under the guise of a meal, the contents of which were immediately conveyed to Werner Greim and the Security Strategy Bureau.

-Division of Titan occupied territory is divided equally among all surviving nations.

-The five surviving countries are recognized as members of the United Nations as victors in the war against the Titans.

-The rights of governments in exile existing in each country are not recognized.

-All weapons of mass destruction in our possession will be completely dismantled.

As soon as he heard the details of the meeting in question, Werner Grime could not help but burst into laughter.

It may seem like extremely normal content, but the meaning contained within it is by no means good.

First, equality.

How do you distribute land equally?

Soil quality, topography, underground resources, and the presence or absence of various fortresses or military facilities established due to the war with the Titans were not properly investigated.

In such a situation, it is equal.

The words were equal, but if they were wrong, it was obvious that they would get blood in their necks and criticize each other.

And the second and third moments were clearly visible without any explanation.

A gathering of leaders from various countries held for the first time in 20 years.

But a lot has changed between 20 years ago and now.

Even the heads of state who set foot here were noticeably different from 20 years ago.

In the meantime, there were countries that disappeared.

However, while not recognizing the government in exile, they only recognize the five surviving countries as members of the United Nations.

It was a tacit agreement that they would not allow any country to rule except their own.

Many refugees who had been looking only for the end of the war with the Titans will lose that goal overnight.

But to put it bluntly, it was none of the business of Werner Grime to know the insidious intentions of the leaders.

The most important thing to him was the safety of his loved ones.

To be honest, it had nothing to do with whether the immigrants were persecuted or whether the government in exile was officially recognized.

Unless it is related to war.

‘The problem is that Wales doesn’t like the Empire.’

As expected, Werner Grime’s vision was not wrong.

I am already starting to feel signs of isolation.

Ironically, the damage suffered by the empire due to the existence of Werner Greime was minimal compared to other countries.

The war with the Titans changed everything.

The current population of the Republic of Bostania, which had a total population of 300 million before the war, was 130 million, with more than half cut off.

150 Million lives, far exceeding the population of most countries, were reduced to ashes of war.

Wales and Svarog were the same.

Even in the eastern country, which survived on a completely remote continent, most of its infrastructure was destroyed.

The fourth item, ‘complete abolition of weapons of mass destruction,’ was the agenda that accurately addressed the empire, whose technological capabilities were still intact.

“Chief of Weapons Department.”

“Yes, Director.”

“What did you think of Bostania’s power?”

“I brought it together to show that I am still alive and well, but it appears that the overwhelming industrial capacity that dominated the world in the past has reached a truly miserable level.”

The tank, called the prince of ground warfare, was the foundation.

Nothing has changed from the appearance of the old tank confirmed in military data.

Of course, that was because the Republic of Bostania had castrated its own industrial capabilities.

Bostania was a capitalist society to its core.

It was once called the romantic name Pax Bostania, but the other side of that society was as full of despair as the hopes it dreamed of.

Of course, the first to be pushed into the bloody battlefield were the poor.

It was a time when proper information about titans was not secured.

These people were pushed into the battlefield without knowing anything about their behavior or fighting style.

Bostania’s modern military doctrine was written with their blood and flesh.

Once the poor were swept away, the next people were immigrants.

In fact, the poor and immigrants were being identified, knowingly or unknowingly, so it was not strange.

Although some immigrants achieved social achievement, the majority of them occupied the lower classes of society.

Even though the poor and immigrants disappeared from mainstream society, the war against the Titans did not end.

In the end, what they chose was the middle class.

The situation of the middle class was complicated.

The middle class, which had been pointing fingers at the lower class of society, has now divided classes among themselves.

Those who could not pay military development funds to the state were forced into the battlefield in return.

Less important occupations, including white-collar jobs, disappeared at the stroke of a finger from Congress.

Of course, the situation was not different for engineers or professionals.

In fact, even such professions were often taken away under the pretext of general mobilization, such as technical administrative soldiers or military doctors.

It is not enough to consider multiculturalism and immigration as the main values.

The country that was once called the romantic nickname ‘Bostanian Dream’ was completely dismantled.

Now that the war is over.

The brilliant Republic of Bostania was able to clear its karma without fail.

“Except for the Navy, there is no need to be cautious. “If industrial capacity is at this level, it will take quite some time to recover.”

“Then put the Republic of Bostania on hold for now.”

The name of the Republic disappeared from Werner Greim’s mind.

And at the same time, Dongguk also did not have to be very cautious.

You have to cross the Great Sea and pass through Bostania and Svarog to reach the empire.

In the end, the most threatening countries were definitely Wales and Svarog.

Wales has relatively strong industrial capacity.

The Svarog Federation has an overwhelming population.

They are all burdensome enemies to the Empire.

It was clear that once the line was crossed, those four countries would come together and turn the empire into a rag.

“Was there anyone in the Security Strategy Bureau who was fluent in another language? “Wales or Svarog would be perfect.”

“There are three people from Wales. Dante, the head of Svarog’s information department, is from Svarog.”

“I don’t think there will be any problem.”

Now is the time to truly discuss disputes between humans.

Just before we could celebrate the restored peace, the world began to go into turmoil.

But the aftermath came faster than expected.

Kwaaang!!

The memorial ceremony was the last event of the meeting.

The moment when the five leaders were about to pay their respects to the memorial tower built for the souls lost in the fight against the Titans.

“Pay a price to the hypocrites!!!!!”

One of those who were mixed in the crowd threw a bomb at the leaders.

Kwaaang!!

A huge explosion echoed through the memorial park.

Screams coming from all directions.

Because Werner Grime had been through a similar situation just a few months ago, he quickly grabbed Karin and Edward and threw them to the floor as soon as he heard the terrorist’s roar.

But unfortunately, Werner himself was caught in the explosion.

There was not just one terrorist.

“See the world!!”

Kwaaang!!

Werner’s body was thrown forward by the shock wave that erupted from behind.

Werner rolled on the ground miserably.

Beepeee.

Tinnitus as if tearing his eardrums hit his head, and traces of blood, whose origins he did not know, ran down his face.

Werner instinctively checked his hands and feet.

Tingling pain.

Blood was flowing from scratches here and there, but both his arms and legs were unharmed.

This was thanks to the military uniforms of the Security Bureau, which were made of bulletproof material.

Soon Werner looked ahead of him.

People running away, people bleeding and crying for help, people screaming and lying helpless on the floor.

The background of the memorial park is overlaid with a gray fortress.

“Director… !!”

In the middle of the fortress, a dark-haired woman stretches out her hand towards herself.

And behind her, a titan in human form was trying to press the switch on the bomb.

Werner’s eyes sparkled.

Protect it.

As always.

Condemn those who block your path and harm your people.

‘Yes.’

What is granted to you is not peace.

Do not try to escape from that duty.

‘Of course I will.’

I have no regrets.

There is no regression.

Because I promised to do so.

Because I swore that I would never sacrifice my precious people again.

Because I decided that there would be no restoration of memory.

Because I declared that I would bury the terrible memories of the Graveyard in this heart.

Bang!!

With a single gunshot, the titan who was about to shout something fell to the ground.

Whether it was a human or a titan no longer mattered to Werner.

He was in the Graveyard at this moment.

Where those who sacrificed themselves to the Titans are buried.

And this place where Luther’s Ethan, the sentinel of the empire, stood, was worthy of being called the Graveyard.

Anyone who seeks to harm peace, no matter what or who they are.

You will meet death by his hands.