There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 807



Only Noblemtl

EP.807 code name Joe -2 (4)

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1949.

In a place called Semipalatinsk, the Soviet Union successfully tested its first nuclear weapon.

This nuclear weapon, which the Soviets themselves called the RDS-1, was a huge shock to the United States, which had expected that Soviet nuclear development would take at least 10 years.

That meant that the competition between capitalism and socialism had gone beyond a simple ideological confrontation and escalated into a nuclear competition.

Perhaps that was why American experts gave the Soviet Union’s first nuclear bomb a code name with fear and hostility – the same code name as Soviet General Secretary Joseph Stalin.

Joe-1.

A name that had been feared for decades, it faded into history with the development of more powerful nuclear bombs and Stalin’s disappearance.

… had disappeared.

But the moment Red Star took over as Secretary General and walked out of the nuclear blast, people began to recall the code name that had disappeared into the history books.

And without a doubt, experts within the US military and intelligence agencies gave Red Star that code name.

Joe-2.

It means that the US has recognized that Red Star is the next Secretary General and that he has the same destructive power as the first nuclear bomb…

“… It is also an expression of the will to wipe the Red Star off the Earth like Stalin.”

After finishing his explanation, Morine looked at Yeomyeong. Naturally, there was no sign of fear on his son-in-law’s face.

He was accepting reality indifferently. Or, he was ‘pretending’ to be. Morine thought it didn’t matter either way. It was better to be indifferent than to cover your mouth and not be able to hold back laughter like the elf next to you.

… Well, anyway.

Yeomyeong said, handing Morine a cup of green tea.

“It’s surprising, but the Blue Rat’s information power is amazing. You’ve already dug up information from within the United States.”

“It’s not a big deal. It’s election season now.”

“… .”

“Every season, people come to our company to get information. Some of them even come with information instead of money.”

“That’s a bit surprising. Does that happen in a country like the United States?”

“They say that we are the strongest country because we are not shaken by such things. Even if our blue rats find out such information, it will not cause any harm to America’s national interests.”

“… .”

Morine added, sipping his teacup.

“And most of the information that reaches you is information that we have filtered and filtered. Traps, disinformation, lies to dig up our relationship with Red Star… If you knew how many organizations are playing tricks on us, you would have a headache.”

“…thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. My son-in-law deserves it. Didn’t I just tell you who the head of the Secret Society is?”

The Imperial Princess… Now that I think about it, what would she think of the Secretary General’s declaration? Yeomyeong, who had told the Princess that he was not a communist, felt strangely embarrassed.

Well, I guess you’ll think about it yourself. Yeomyeong immediately erased the princess from her mind. There was a more important topic at the moment.

“… How about Browning?”

“He’s currently hospitalized. He has a hearing scheduled for various issues, including the destruction of the city and unauthorized operations… Well, thanks to the acting that my son-in-law put on, I don’t think there will be any major problems.”

“I directed the acting…?”

“Children who almost became fertilizer.”

“… .”

“The CIA is desperately trying to block the footage to cover up the incident, but it won’t last long. If the footage of Browning protecting the children in front of the Red Star spreads, it will become known how the children were kidnapped.”

“Do you think it will work out that well? To be honest, I didn’t expect it. The CIA taking the lead in kidnapping children… isn’t that a disgrace to the United States?”

“Disgrace? That’s what happens when Red Star takes care of it. It’s a different story if the Americans, Morning Owl and Browning, take care of it themselves. Isn’t that what your son-in-law was aiming for?”

Dawn shrugged. A short affirmation. Morine looked at her son-in-law, who was becoming accustomed to the plot, with complicated eyes, and then slammed a piece of paper down on the table.

“What is this?”

“Tomorrow, a schedule with the location and time that Morning Owl and the children he saved will cross the dimensional gate.”

“… .”

“… I thought it would be good to meet you once before you leave, so I prepared it. Was it a coincidence?”

Didn’t they say that a son-in-law’s love is like his mother-in-law’s? Yeomyeong smiled and picked up the paper.

“Is that a lie? Absolutely not. Your mother-in-law and your master will like it.”

Although he didn’t show it, Corvus seemed eager to say goodbye to the children. He would probably be very happy to see them before he left.

Anyway, Morine explained as she put down a bundle of fake IDs and papers with memory transfer spells written on them.

“A disguise for using the fertilizer road, the shortest route to the Elf Forest, and other small pieces of information that my son-in-law requested. I’ve also compiled some information separately just in case, so keep it safe.”

“…I am always grateful to my mother-in-law.”

While Yeomyeong bowed her head and took care of her ID and paperwork, Morine put down her teacup and rested her chin on it.

“Why did my son-in-law leave our daughter in Korea and go to the Elf Forest… Even if I asked, he wouldn’t tell me, right?”

“Yes, I’m sorry. I’ll let you know when I can tell you later.”

Hmm- Morine turned her gaze as if she had expected this. Yeomyeong suddenly noticed that she was holding back on asking a difficult question.

It would be impolite to ignore the curiosity of a mother-in-law who came to see her son-in-law in person, so Yeomyeong asked Morine this.

“Excuse me, mother-in-law? Is there anything you want to ask me?”

“Anything you’re curious about…? Hmm.”

Perhaps it was a difficult question, Morine paused for a moment. Then, a question mark appeared over Miri’s head, and Dilla, who had woken up late, knocked on the door and asked to make a new sandwich.

Morine asked a very subtle question in a very gentle voice.

“Son-in-law? I’m just asking just in case… When will I be able to see my grandchild?”

Dawn, of course, and even Miri realized what that meant. Before the elf could burst out laughing, Dawn answered first.

“Mother-in-law, I may have been hit by a nuclear explosion, but I am not a eunuch.”

“… .”

Morine, who had not expected that he would receive a straight ball, slowly turned his gaze away.

“I, it’s not me that’s curious, it’s my husband… .”

“I’m really fine. Do you swear to the Green God?”

“… .”

While Yeomyeong was trying to suppress Miri’s laughter by becoming serious, Morine changed the subject with a cough.

“Thanks for letting me know… No, no, that’s not it… That, that red star letter that Governor Alton is manipulating… .”

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[Dear Candidate Ron McCain.

As your Secretary, I deeply regret what has happened in Apollo City. If possible, I would like to express my deepest regret in person, but due to the long-standing misunderstanding between the Federation and the United States, I am writing to you instead…

…

I, like you, am doing my best to prevent war from breaking out on this land. Everyone in the Soviet Union wants peace. That is also the will of the great founder, Vladimir Lenin… .

…

The people of the Federation know very well how terrible war is. Half a century ago, Nazi Germany, which dreamed of conquering the whole world, attacked the Federation, burning thousands of cities and villages, and massacring tens of millions of people, regardless of age or gender.

This war, called World War II, ended with the victory of the Union, and the United States was a staunch ally of the Union. Many heroes of both countries fought together to liberate the world from the clutches of the Nazis…

…

Even today, I hope that everyone can enjoy peace. I sincerely hope that we can cooperate with all our neighbors regardless of distance…

…

The Federation and the United States both have nuclear weapons. It breaks my heart that they have pointed these weapons at each other and have used them at times, weapons that can kill millions of people in the blink of an eye.

Officially, however, the Federation hopes the weapon will never be used.

It was for the same reason that former Secretary General Stalin solemnly declared that he would not use nuclear weapons first. The nuclear agreement, which halts further production of nuclear weapons and further reduces their stockpiles, is still valid…

…

As the new Secretary General, I want peace. Peace for all the people of Earth and Asha who grow wheat, build buildings, write books, invent, and go into space… ]

Ron McCain, who had read the letter up to that point, put it down with a deep sigh.

Was the letter too touching? No, it wasn’t.

“What the hell is this piece of plagiarism? Since when did I become Samantha Smith?”

Samantha Smith.

An American girl who boldly sent a letter to Stalin, received a handwritten letter from Stalin, and was invited to Moscow. Ron McCain sighed again as he remembered that her visit to the Soviet Union warmed up the cold war a little.

“Alton, this letter is not good. There is a limit to comedy. Red Star plagiarized the letter Stalin sent to Samantha Smith and sent it to me? Anyone with a modicum of common sense would think this letter is fake.”

Then, the person who wrote the letter, the opponent of candidate Ron McCain, responded.

“Some people might think that the Red Star is literary.”

“Do you really think so? I bet less than 10 percent of Americans think that way.”

“10 percent? I don’t think it’s even 5 percent. But even that amount is overkill. That’s why I wrote it to make you doubt it in the first place.”

“You wrote a letter on purpose… that would make you suspicious?”

Ron McCain frowned and looked at Governor Alton. Alton squared his shoulders and said,

“Doubt is a powerful force, especially when what is suspected is true.”

“… .”

“What if, when everyone doubts, the Red Star proves that this letter is real? We will have the power to tame both the lie and the truth. The similarities in this letter will be dismissed as literary humor.”

“… I can’t help but point out that this is an overly positive interpretation.”

“It doesn’t matter if you think negatively. The more this letter seems like a convincing fake, the more valuable the situation will be.”

Candidate Ron lamented sincerely. This man should have been born as an ancient warlord, not a modern politician.

Anyway, Ron offered a sensible rebuttal.

“Yes, let’s assume our brave governor is right about the letter… What about the anti-communists? Our supporters will share the Red Star with Yevgeny, but most voters will not. Rather, they will likely be drawn to the simple proposition of revenge for Apollo City. Most of the moderates will probably be drawn to the anti-communist side.”

Then Alton twisted his lips into a smile. It was a typical, if conspiratorial, smile.

“If the votes of anti-communists are the problem, why don’t we just be anti-communist too?”

“… Are you crazy?”

Their allies were the elves and the next Secretary General, who had a genuine hatred for America. So what, anti-communism? It would be fortunate if they weren’t branded as communists, let alone anti-communists.

But the governor just nodded proudly.

“You and I don’t necessarily have to talk about anti-communism. There should be a variety of opinions in an election campaign.”

“Even if there are various opinions, there is no one in our election camp who can shout anti-communism.”

“Yeah, there are no humans.”

“…no way?”

Ron was a politician who had been through a lot, even running for president. He quickly realized who the governor was talking about.

“Let’s put the dwarves at the forefront, is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes. Just as the previous head of the Dungan clan called for anti-communism at the UN, the dwarves are the ones who can shout anti-communism the loudest in our camp.”

“But then there are the anti-ethnic groups… ah.”

Most citizens who are averse to other races overlap with anti-communists. There are even statistics showing that 70% of anti-communists support the expulsion of other races, so what more can I say?

In such a situation, if dwarves stand at the forefront of anti-communism… their supporters will have to choose between anti-communism and hatred for different races.

“… It feels like I’m creating trash to hide trash.”

“The best kind of politics.”

“… .”

Isn’t that politics, not collusion? Candidate Ron sighed and clenched his jaw.

“I won’t stop you, but… will the dwarves move the way we want?”

“It will move us further than we want.”

It was a confident tone. Ron didn’t ask where that confidence came from.

The next moment, a dwarf opened the door and came in.

A dwarf with a neatly trimmed beard, a more luxurious suit than the one Ron was wearing, and a finger full of rings.

“… I can’t handle it.”

When Ron called him, Darulma bowed his head. Ron looked back and forth between Alton and Darulma.

“I thought you had quite a rough relationship with the governor, but I guess I was wrong.”

A question asking if the two of them had conspired in his absence. Darulma answered while carefully sitting down.

“I think the advantage of capitalism is that you can join hands with anyone when you need to.”

“Politicians with votes, businessmen with money. It’s simple. But that’s not all.”

“… .”

Darulma looked at Governor Alton and Candidate Ron in turn. Knock, knock. He spoke as the bloodline rings representing each family clanked and made noise.

“My father… Sgelma Dun, supports the Red Star.”

“… .”

“To be exact, my father… believes that he will exact revenge on Stalin for the dwarves.”

It was the most original bullshit Ron had ever heard. It almost threw off the politician’s pretense and threw a straight ball saying, “That’s what a demented old man would say.”

Ron swallowed his words and changed the subject.

“Stalin is probably dead. How can you take revenge on someone who is already dead?”

“Well… whatever the truth, many dwarves believe that Stalin is still alive and hiding somewhere.”

“Like the communists who worship Stalin as their god?”

“Yes, like them.”

Do opposites attract? Ron swallowed a laugh and kept his mouth shut. He didn’t judge. He didn’t say it was impressive, or absurd, or even a joke.

Elections are supposed to involve joining hands with strange people. It may be absurd, but if this is what the dwarves really want, I’d gladly join their hands.

‘The Red Star Letter and the Dwarf’s Anti-Communist Activities…’

He would have to discuss the details with his staff, but it was as good as having both a spear and a shield for the election. Ron smiled pleasantly and held out his hand to Darulma.

“It’s a bit late, but I ask that you take good care of me in the future. I’ll take care of you.”

“I ask you to take good care of me as well, candidate.”

The dwarf took his hand, a hand full of rings. It was a handshake that signaled the start of the election. And before discussing the details of the election plan with Alton, Candidate Ron turned his head.

‘Mr. President, are you watching?’

Towards Washington DC, where all power in America is concentrated.