A day had passed since the enactment of the operation within the slums of Dawn City. Despite numerous setbacks, under the lead of the Dragon of Liberation, the Special Response Division manage to conclude their mission, albeit barely reaching the satisfactory.
Laplace walked through the halls of the Citadel where her husband led her little daughter to spend time with after going through the entirety of the city of Dawn. Taking care of the slums and the gangs within was trying, fortunately, only Dawn City had been infected with such a disease.
The former settlers of the slums were successfully relocated into newly built districts, reintegrating back to the society of the United World Government. Though, the dragoness wasn't satisfied as she was barely able to keep herself from getting disappointed.
The spell that the gang leader had managed to conjure was a complicated one. But it was a psychic spell, in simpler terms, a mind control spell. How the gang leader managed to acquire such spells was a principial question, and most importantly, how did all of the gang leaders manage to acquire these spells.
Laplace was confident by her thoughts. A conspiracy was residing within Dawn City, and it threatened the dominion of the United World Government who seems ignorant of it. Because of this, she quickly made her way to the Citadel to meet with her husband.
After all, the two of them needed to have a talk about the current circumstance.
Arriving in the elevator, the dragoness calmly waited as it rose up into the apex of the Citadel. Laplace lightly tap the floor with her black heels thinking about the past regarding her former organization becoming a monstrous version of itself.
The Revolting Tide, an organization that was supposed to liberate the Frontier from the tendrils of humanity. It became despicable through time, becoming something that she herself couldn't tolerate. She should have destroyed it when she had a chance.
But she hesitated, after all, within were decades long of memories, reminding her of where she stood in the vast world filled to the brim with peril.
The metallic door of the elevator soon opened, revealing the house of the executive, or Abraham's home for short. Sitting on the table was Little Tiamat, dangling her feet and gazing at the boundless lines of the endless horizon.
Beside the little dragon was her husband, Abraham, who was currently going through some paperwork regarding a particularly big project that would advanced the military capabilities of the United Navy by leap and bounds.
When the elevator door completely opened, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and looked forward. There, standing in the elevator, was his beautiful dragon wife, Laplace. The edges of his lips rose as he remarked. "Tired of the job, My Love?"
"Here I thought you would have an energy capacity lasting several months at minimum." Laplace being exhausted was rare, so Abraham didn't hesitate to state his opinion about it. However, Laplace's calm expression made him furrow his eyebrows.
"Is there something wrong, Laplace? Did something happen in the operation?" Abraham questioned, wanting to know about what might have happened to bring such an expression to his lovely wife.
According to Systema, their loyalty was absolute. It was impossible for a mind control spell to make them betray him. However, according to his wife, it doesn't even need to be total dominion over the mind. Controlling their emotions, and a tinge of their thoughts were enough.
An answered of Abraham's question followed, and it didn't come from Laplace's supple lips.
"They are the Revolting Tide, Father. The former organization that was created by Mother. The one that resides in the Frontier, the overlord of beastfolks." Tiamat's soft voice resounded in the office as Laplace merely gaze at her before nodding in agreement.
Tiamat had both the memories of Laplace and Abraham combined within her mind like a library of memories. It was through these libraries that she remained knowledgeable about her surroundings despite not being a month old.
"The Revolting Tide, huh? I see... They must have penetrated through the immigrants of the Frontier that the City of Dawn took in. I didn't think we would invite a monster in our country." Abraham had a wry smile on his face, realizing that peace wasn't the lack of conflict, but the preparation for the next one instead.
'Systema, is there any way for you to get the statistics about the current status of the United World Government?' The middle-aged man questioned inside his mind. A mechanical bell then rang followed by a monotone voice.
| 9.56% of the population has been infected by some mind-afflicted phenomenon. |
It was immediate as Systema gave the numbers regarding the current psyche of the populace. The 9.56 percentage must have come from the City of Dawn as it was amongst the largest population centers in the United World Government.
Nevertheless, he didn't think that it would be so high.
"Is there any way to solve this problem?" Abraham questioned as it was a troublesome issue that must be solved as fast as possible. Laplace narrowed her eyes and thought about it. Psyche-related spells were problematic, not because of their dominion over the mind but instead how they could affect it by itself.
"The knowledge of psyche-spells are dangerous as it was easy for them to spread and for others to learn. It was practically forbidden knowledge that its mere presence would destroy a country and make it collapse into itself. The moment mortals gain power, it makes them uncontrollable."
"It would also be difficult for them to forget such power. When I first discovered its existence. A village had already fallen into the deepest abyss. I burned it all into the ground leaving nothing behind as to save the remaining villages of that island." Laplace's words implied one thing.
Luckily, Tiamat was there to continue.
"But there is one way to solve it, Father. You must capture the one that brought the spell into the city and make them dispel it. The reason why Mother had to burn the village was because the one that brought it into the settlement was already dead when she arrived."
"It meant that once the original caster was dead, there would be no saving them." Tiamat expounded, earning the proud smile of Laplace.