Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

The infected knights from before appeared and vouched for them—followed by a group of rather thin-looking young infected.

After Tomat's emergency treatment and the subsequent professional care from the operators, some of them have been able to move again thanks to their strong will.

The tangible relief efforts and the visible "symptom relief" are undeniable facts.

These already popular infected knights, along with the fact that some of the seriously ill infected children were able to walk normally, undoubtedly became the final driving force that made the other infected waver.

A trembling voice began to ask a question.

Another impatient voice began to press for answers.

More voices arose, regardless of gender or age, seemingly driven by fear of the unknown and hope that "there can't be any worse treatment than here," delving into the many things happening on Rhodes Island.

The doctor stood on the body of the staff who usually swaggered around at them and slowly began to answer their questions.

At the same time, reports came in from outside – the people of Kazimierz had arrived, and they were surrounding the island, ready to attack the audacious Rhodes Island at any moment.

But the doctor continued to interact with the infected people without caring, focusing on getting their choices.

After all, there's nothing to worry about regarding external matters, whether it's about force or justice.

“I know he’s like Rhodes Island’s ‘final solution’... but how can he be so intimidating?”

The black figure high above put away his heavy crossbow, which had been imbued with Originium Arts.

Just before she was about to pull the trigger at the feet of the approaching knight, their hysterical screams reminded her of something unexpected that had appeared in this chaotic place.

Black followed the knight's gaze and saw Tomat—then he remembered the "insider information" he had learned after joining Rhodes Island about the recent omens of natural disasters and the "daily training" that felt like a battle between gods and demons.

However, when he put himself in their shoes and felt how much deterrent power this force could bring simply by existing there, he couldn't help but feel surprised.

The relationship between Thomas and his team and Rhodes Island is more like a mutually beneficial cooperation than an employment arrangement. Normally, Rhodes Island would not directly use such powerful forces; they would only take action themselves in a few cases. Therefore, Rhodes Island would have to overcome most of the difficulties on its own.

Hei finally understood why he had gone to such lengths.

Because if Rhodes Island were to handle every little detail, it would lose its "value"—training? hardship? Such terms seem ridiculous in the face of such a huge difference in military strength.

Even for matters that cannot be resolved by force alone, using force as a means to exert pressure and other methods can easily achieve the desired outcome.

—However, Rhodes Island did not become like that. Whether it was because the Saiyans, as wielders of force, did not intend to do so, or because Rhodes Island maintained some kind of restraint, remains unknown.

But the current situation isn't bad either.

Rhodes Island grew under the "protection" and "help" of Saiyans, who became, in a sense, the ultimate insurance.

Because of this, even though Black doesn't know much about the inside story, he can still find a sense of security here at Rhodes Island.

Not only do they have a place as infected individuals, but they also enjoy an unquestionable level of safety.

"It caused the knights who had repeatedly repelled the Ursus army to turn their backs on him and flee in disarray..."

The scene before my eyes is the source of my sense of security in the dark.

This also relieved her of too much worry about Ceylon's situation in the arena.

But she turned back to look at Tomat, who was merely standing there, and sighed in a very soft voice:

"But, someone who instills such fear in others can hardly be called human, can they?"

"What are you doing? Come back here right now!!!"

Perhaps Charné has more power in sending people around.

However, once at the scene of the conflict, the knights in command are the ones whose opinions are given the highest priority by everyone else.

The young knights didn't understand what the command meant, but they just had to obey.

"Stop calling, sir. It seems they've already met me somewhere else, quite unfortunately..."

Thomas jumped down from the building and landed directly next to Charne, who was accompanied by only a few bewildered knights.

As Thomas said, these knights were all people who had attended that meeting.

Without a doubt, they are all experts.

But what happened at that meeting prevented them from continuing to have confidence in anything they relied on—personal combat power, advanced weaponry, Originium Arts, forbidden magic, collective strength...

They were acutely aware of the fundamental differences between living beings.

The only thing they could do was remain rational and, together with their respective national leaders, seal it away in their memories as some kind of terrifying experience that should not be shared, lest they become powerful like the legendary monsters that are known to the public.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

The once mighty troop of knights has long since vanished, led by the conquering knights.

With no way to retreat, Charné did not include this situation in his emergency public relations response plan.

He could only ask Thomas the question with a panic that threatened to overwhelm him at any moment due to the unexpected turn of events.

"Tomat—never mind, you wouldn't know him anyway, and you're probably just a gofer, right? Because anyone in your country with a slightly higher status has already met me."

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter 40 Don't Blame Me for Being Unreasonable

“You and I are just hard-working people running errands for the business alliance”—this is a phrase that Ciarna often uses when others become overly respectful because they know his identity.

He was humble in demeanor but arrogant in content, because no one would really compare an ordinary corporate employee to a high-ranking spokesperson, and of course, he thought so himself.

This style of language seems to be referred to by the Terrans as "Gallic literature".

Although Gaul itself has been destroyed, many people still like to speak in this way, emphasizing their own extraordinary and noble qualities in a humble tone.

However, Gaul's downfall was not simply because everyone spoke in such an obnoxious and pretentious manner.

In short, Charné's intention in saying this was not to make others think that way; on the contrary, he very much hoped that others would not compare him, the spokesperson, to ordinary pawns.

So when Tomat suddenly appeared in front of him and threw out that sentence without any explanation, it was natural for him to feel disgusted—and confused.

Why is it that even these conquering knights know this, yet I, the dignified spokesperson, know nothing about it?

Everyone else seemed to have received some kind of default instruction and left immediately, but he could only stand there, watching a guy of unknown origin criticize him and even call him a "runner".

Am I really no longer being valued?

No, we can't afford to panic before we've even done anything.

This is the city that won the bid for the Major, and it's the territory of the business league.

The business alliance said it would be responsible for all matters during this period, so even if the ancestors of Kazimir were to crawl out of their graves, it would still have to take care of them!

"...Sir."

Charné regained his usual composure and greeted the "strange man" in front of him, who was neither groomed nor dressed in fine clothes.

“Are you with the people inside? Perhaps there was some oversight in the operation procedures. As the person in charge of this area, I did not receive any prior notice—and I will take the Knights’ evacuation as a signal that ‘you had prior permission to operate.’”

"Then who gave you permission to operate? The National Assembly? The Business Alliance? As the person in charge, I need to know the details."

He did not use any strong language, but rather logically explained the necessary knowledge from his own perspective.

What are you here for?

Who gave you permission to do this?

If it's something to be said, then turn a blind eye—even if they're a bit audacious, as a representative of the business alliance, I can generously "forgive" such rudeness.

But Tomat replied in a very casual tone:

"Permission? I don't think so."

Tomat's answer froze Charné's expression.

And he continued, saying:

"If that's true, then I have to commend you for your efficiency. But you're right about one thing: I was indeed with them, searching for my missing companion and helping the infected inside."

These words made Charné doubt his own ears even more.

Regardless of whether these are invited guests from Rhodes Island.

To blockade the Infected Arena with weapons and without any permission is to cause trouble in Kazimierz, to defy the law and rules on someone else's turf.

As for the purpose... finding a missing companion is one thing, but such a high-profile search for a missing person is not incomprehensible except perhaps for some radical gangs.

But you said "helping those infected"?

Is it because they have too much money and nowhere to spend it, or are they out of their minds?

Even if you are a medical organization, is there any need to rescue dangerous individuals like Oripathy patients who will die sooner or later than normal people and are highly contagious?

Isn't it enough to put them in the infected arena, where they can survive on their own with sufficient isolation, instead of being exiled or executed?

Is there anything else we can do to help them?

Can you just give me a straight answer?

In Charn, where the concept of profit is influenced by capital—or rather, in the eyes of most Qasimirians—"helping the infected" is not a valid reason.

It's a joke.

It was so meaningless and impractical that Charn felt Tomat wasn't trying to explain, but rather deliberately picking a fight.

"Sir! I need a reasonable explanation, not a joke! The Special Championship cannot tolerate any external interference. If you cannot provide a clear explanation, then we will have to ask you to settle things in Kazimir prison!"

Charne frowned seriously, his habitual sense of complacency causing him to subconsciously ignore the oppressive aura emanating from Tomat.

"'We'? But where is the 'we' you're talking about?"

But Tomat pointed behind Charné.

Now even those few knights who followed him have disappeared without a trace.

"...Are you threatening me? Do you think I won't be able to gather enough people to arrest you all?"

Charné was naturally furious about his situation; he could not tolerate that his position and power had been rendered useless when he knew nothing about the cause of the incident.

And he felt even more disgusted with Thomas, the negotiator who didn't respect him at all.

"Oh no, that's not what I meant. I don't care how many people you can gather, and the people inside probably don't care either."

Thomas shook his head and pointed his thumb over his shoulder toward the entrance behind him.

"They didn't care because they believed that the person who led them here would be able to give a reasonable explanation and would not let this operation be an unreasonable and unauthorized action."

Charné didn't figure out who Tomat was, but he did realize something from Tomat's words.

"Wait...you mean...you're not here to explain things to me? The real one is still inside? Then what are you here for? To appear before me just to mock my complete ignorance of the inside story!?"