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The Republic of Earth is a force in the world power teeming with a multitude of individuals, harbours a tapestry of diverse demeanours, habits, and desires.

Within its boundaries, contradictions flourish, shaping the essence of this vibrant land.

Amidst the complexity, one aspect stands out—the freedom to voice one's thoughts, even in the presence of power.

Unlike many other world powers, the Republic boasts a system of checks and balances, surpassing even the stringent measures enforced by the World Government.

 It is a place where speaking truth to power is not only encouraged but expected.

This climate of open dialogue has long been cherished by the Senators, allowing them to express their opinions and challenge authority without fear of retribution.

However, as with any system, vulnerabilities can emerge.

Boris, a figure wielding significant influence, gradually tightened the reins of power, concentrating authority and subduing dissenting voices.

With the erosion of the once robust checks and balances, a storm began to brew within the Republic, fuelled by growing discontent and a longing for change.

Within this storm, bold ideas that had been suppressed for far too long began to break free from the shackles of silence.

These ideas took root among the affected, gaining momentum and strength.

Fuelled by the yearning for justice and the reclamation of their freedoms, a groundswell of voices rose up, challenging the status quo and demanding accountability.

Azief seeing all of this in the memories could not help but feel a hand, a dark hand is guiding these voices

"Those who think they are free but unaware of the prison that surrounds them. Those who think that they are educated but could not know that there are whispers beside their ears. Oh, fools that think of themselves smart" he sighed in his heart.

And on that fateful day, the suppressed idea, representative of the people's collective desire for change, emerged with unparalleled force.

It shattered the foundations of Boris' authority, toppling him from his lofty perch.

"The power of the people's voices, united by a shared vision of a more just and free society, proved to be an unstoppable force that would shape the future of the Republic"

Azief laughed even as he said it.

"This is probably the kind of slogan that those people would use. The power of the people, the voice of the people. Just and free. And some just eat it up" he could not help but sigh at this.

That day, the sun had barely begun to rise over the bustling city of Moscow on that fateful day of spring.

The sun casting its golden rays upon the cobblestone streets, the smell of spring breeze.

All of this, the scenery, the smell, the feeling of the sun, this event where Boris is being toppled down all of this is the memory of Boris

Azief is used the memory card that Sasha sent him and he is now in Boris memories, looking at it like he was there

He himself did not know how his people got a hold of this.

But he keep looking while maintaining his focus, so that the memory would not be interrupted.

The event of this memory happened was just a few months ago, when the world was still waiting for Death Monarch and Katarina to return home

Boris even with the absence of his sister is still the charismatic statesman.

He held sway over the hearts of the people, while his enemies plotted in the shadows.

he had reshaped the political landscape, but not without creating a host of enemies along the way.

Many senators, fearing the erosion of their own authority and the consolidation of power in one man, yearned to restore the glory of the Republic.

Amidst the intrigue and tension, the Day had arrived.

The Senate convened in the grand Curia.

The air was thick with anticipation as senators, took their places.

The conspirators, led by Louis Renard and Gabriel Levefre, concealed their treacherous intentions beneath masks of stoic resolve.

Unaware of the sinister plot unfolding, Boris made his way through the crowded streets of Moscow.

He was a man of great confidence, his face etched with determination and his eyes burning with the fire of a conqueror.

Accompanied by a small entourage of loyal supporters, he strode purposefully towards the Senate, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him.

As he entered the Curia, a hush fell upon the chamber.

Senators rose in deference to their leader, but their hearts concealed a venomous secret.

Amidst the whispers and the shifting glances, the conspirators bided their time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

With a commanding presence, he took his seat upon a gilded chair, the symbol of his authority.

The Senate session commenced, but an air of unease hung heavy in the chamber.

The conspirators exchanged subtle nods, their hearts pounding with the weight of their clandestine mission.

Suddenly, as if by a prearranged signal, a senator approached Boris, feigning a matter of urgent concern.

As the senator approached Boris, his face betraying a mask of concern, the tension in the chamber reached its zenith.

 Unbeknownst to the charismatic statesman, a sinister plot had been set in motion, and the conspirators were poised to strike.

In a swift and calculated move, the assailant drew a concealed dagger and plunged it deep into The room erupted in chaos as gasps and cries of alarm filled the air. Senators recoiled in shock; their 10:39

masks of stoic resolve shattered in an instant.

Boris's flesh.

The room erupted in chaos as gasps and cries of alarm filled the air. Senators recoiled in shock; their masks of stoic resolve shattered in an instant.

"What!" Boris shouted and suddenly the scene seems to pause.

Azief appears in this scene, looking around. Some face seems blurry and grey.

"The memories are not that reliable after all. Though it is understandable. At this moment, his attention would probably be all drawn to the dagger that struck him. Everything else would pale in comparison" he mutters.

Azief walk around the Senate Hall in his memories.

Everything he sees is already things that have happened.

This is just a piece of memory.

"Did Sasha do this?" he thought to himself.

This memory seems to be Boris memories but it is also patched with other people memories.

Probably to increase the realism and the degree of realness while at the same time giving him the complete information of what happened that day

He then floated in front of Boris, looking at this man. Azief had never liked Boris. And Boris had never liked him.

"he seems more mature" he moves his finger and then the scene seems to be reverse back like he had rewinded a movie.

He look at the man plunging the dagger.

"Charlie" he mutters. Charlie is one of the aides of the Senators. He should be helping Senator Blake. Senator Blake is one of the Senator that is not of the Inner Council.

There are many types of Senators in the Republic. There is the Senator by the merit of power. These are people who possess military force, land and other kind of wealth

In others words, they could be considered warlords. And then there are Senator who were appointed by the Republic

This appointment is rare because a Senator is a very influential figure in the Republic, making them able to participate in determining the policy of the Republic.

And Blake is one of that people. He was appointed by the Republic as Senator because of his unusual contribution.

His job is not to manage kingdoms or governments instead his job is to persuade others to join the Republic. In a way he is a head hunter.

"I did not expect that he would be involved in this matter" It is clear that Charlie would only make a move if Blake is the one ordering it

He sighed.

"The Republic is full of political intrigue just like usual"

"Play" he mutters and the scene continue

Boris turned his gaze towards Charlie, his eyes reflecting the depth of his shock.

The anticipation of excruciating pain filled his mind, as one would expect after being struck by a dagger.

However, as he examined his own body, he discovered something perplexing.

Though blood trickled from the wound, a sensation of pain eluded him.

The protective armor concealed beneath his robe had proven ineffectual against the dagger's assault.

But for some reason he did not feel like he is getting stabbed

It is not a numbness feeling. It felt like the dagger went right through him

In that fleeting moment of comprehension, Boris intuited the presence of a formidable sealing magic, intertwining with the events unravelling around him.

Yet, the realization flickered in his mind, hastily overshadowed by the pressing circumstances at hand.

Encircled by a throng of adversaries, his every move was scrutinized, every attempt to escape restrained.

"Now!" Charlie's voice pierced the chaos, reverberating through the tumultuous air.

In response to his command, the Senators surged forward, their eyes glinting with malicious intent.

Within the dimly lit surroundings, the glimmer of the dagger reflected their sinister resolve.

From a distance, Boris's allies among the Senators, driven by loyalty and concern, valiantly attempted to reach his side and shield him from harm.

 Yet, their valiant efforts were swiftly thwarted, their attacks rendered impotent by an unseen force.

A fierce battle erupted within the Senate Hall as Boris loyal allies clashed with the Senators who stood in support of Charlie.

The air crackled with energy as the combatants unleashed a symphony of elemental forces, wielding weapons of various kinds.

A powerful gust of wind swept through the chamber, knocking adversaries off balance and sending papers swirling through the air.

Lightning crackled and danced across the room, illuminating the intense expressions on the combatants' faces.

Flames erupted from fingertips, engulfing swords and sabres, casting a fiery glow upon the battlefield.

With swift and calculated movements, warriors brandished their swords, their blades slicing through the air with deadly precision.

Each clash reverberated through the hall.

The symphony of clashes and parries resounded, creating a thrilling rhythm that echoed through the grand chamber.

Spears were thrust forward with unwavering focus, finding their marks with lethal accuracy.

The clash of metal against metal reverberated, accompanied by the grunts and shouts of exertion.

The combatants fought with a mix of agility and strength, executing acrobatic maneuvers to outmanoeuvre their opponents.

Flying around and dashing around, flitting like thunder and lightning

Sparks flew as swords clashed, illuminating the faces of warriors locked in a dance of skill and strategy.

The air crackled with the clash of elements, combining fire, ice, and lightning in a dazzling display of power.

The floor beneath their feet shook as the ground trembled under the weight of their relentless The battle surged with intensity, every swing of a weapon and blast of elemental power holding the assaults.

potential to turn the tide.

Each combatant pushed themselves to the limit, fuelled by adrenaline and the unwavering belief in their cause.

Within the sacred confines of the Senate building, a monumental clash unfolded.