Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 569 - 537: Loren Feels Like Everyone Is Questioning Him

The lighting in the Upper House meeting room was focused yet dim, illuminating the documents and maps on the table.

Duke Moriarty took a deep breath.

"Wilford, you’ve made a mistake. Whether our enemy is the Honing Empire or the Blood Clan, what we need to consider right now is the possibility of combat. Continuing the resistance will only lead to certain defeat, and will bring about the annihilation of our forces. Please analyze the situation rationally."

Compared to Wilford, Duke Moriarty was calmer and more prudent, reminding those present to be rational and realistic.

The other members of the Upper House present at the meeting seemed somewhat hesitant and uneasy during this argument.

They exchanged worried glances, sometimes looking towards the Prime Minister at the head of the table, and sometimes towards the Duke.

The tense atmosphere was almost palpable.

"The northern maritime strait is our natural trench and battlement, the broadest waters those southern Honing Empire fools have never seen. We have the advantage in experience and geography. The Blood Clan dares not confront us at sea. If it were not on land, these creatures who cannot stand the sunlight wouldn’t have absolute safety during the day."

Lanci slowly stated.

"Then, at that time, men and women, young and old will despise our wrong decisions and dereliction of duty—for we failed to protect them completely, forcing them to face the Blood Clan unarmed."

Duke Moriarty pressed on,

"Once the Fulock Kingdom and Idiss Kingdom on our east and west sides fall, we will be surrounded and devoured on land, even the northern Snowfield behind us will be blockaded. Your talk of sea battles will be moot. What will we use to confront the Honing Empire? Do you think they won’t wage a war of attrition against us? The Honing Empire has all the patience in the world; they are backed by the entire southern continent, while we are backed by what? Teetering neighboring countries that could become enemies at any moment? That Snowfield perpetually shrouded in darkness? Or the Demon Race on the other side of the Snowfield, equally eager and equally impossible to communicate with?"

"I will work hard to try diplomacy, to seek support from neutral countries."

Lanci immediately said.

In contrast to Duke Moriarty’s sharp questions, his reply seemed especially brief.

Duke Moriarty’s voice was finally sharp.

"Yes, that’s why I am sitting in this seat,"

Lanci gently let go of the chair he had been pushing, and with the heavy clunking sound of the chair’s feet hitting the floor, the surrounding lawmakers were startled back to reality.

Duke Moriarty was in no way intimidated by Lanci’s assertiveness.

"Can we interpret this as the Prime Minister completely dismissing any possibility of negotiating with the Honing Empire?"

After Duke Moriarty spoke, he quietly looked at the conservative members present.

"..."

Lanci remained silent.

This time he didn’t rebut Duke Moriarty or show his assertive attitude; he just walked out of the meeting room alone, his departure signaling the end of the meeting with his back.

...

In the Congressional Building.

As Lanci walked around an empty corridor corner in the building, Cat Boss jumped out from the shadows and burrowed into Lanci’s coat.

"Meow meow meow, why aren’t you resisting anymore? Are you really considering surrendering?"

Cat Boss asked Lanci in a barely audible voice.

It was anxious and afraid that Lanci had truly been persuaded.