"This..." Before Thorwald could finish speaking, he found that Nian had already disappeared, leaving him alone in the dark night to face an entire street of charred bodies.
A gust of evening wind, mixed with a burnt smell, blew past. Thorwald first felt a shiver run through him, then, remembering the source of the smell, he felt a wave of nausea.
At this moment, he somewhat hated the barbecue he had eaten that evening... Approaching the charred bodies with a fearful heart, he recognized from their not-yet-fully carbonized clothes that these were the Reunion Movement members who had been hiding outside. He had seen them outside the city several times before, and he absolutely couldn't mistake their attire.
He quickly checked the other bodies and found that they were all wearing Reunion Movement clothing. It was clear that these people were likely the Reunion Movement members from the abandoned village.
Thinking of this, his face turned pale, and he understood why Rhodes Island's people would let him handle the cleanup. It was clear they had somehow learned that he was the mastermind behind this incident.
"I don't mind if you identify them one by one, but I should remind you, there's only half an hour left until the party ends." Nian's voice came from nearby. At this moment, her voice was no longer gentle and pleasant to him; on the contrary, each sound was as cold as a chilling wind blowing from hell.
"You... are devils!" Looking at the bodies on the ground and then at the girl's indifferent expression, Thorwald felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart. How many people must one kill to show such contempt for life?
"Devils? If we are devils, what do you count as? Irrecoverable trash?" Recalling the methods of the young man before her, Nian couldn't help but scoff.
"What do you know! Forget it, people like you wouldn't understand..." Thorwald roared, intending to rebuke, but then, remembering that his actions couldn't be discovered, he lowered his voice again.
"Yes, I don't quite understand. Killing people who eat because there isn't enough food... I don't think I'll ever learn that kind of thought process... Forget it, talking to people like you is disgusting. Do your job well here. Don't let these bodies on the ground spoil everyone's mood after the party!"
Nian didn't want to talk to someone like Thorwald anymore. Under his gaze, she crossed the street and walked back to Swing Plaza.
"How was it?" Kanna put down the feeding bottle in her hand when she saw Nian walk back.
"What do you mean, 'how was it'? Sigh, with this kind of official in charge here in the future, I don't know if it's the townspeople's luck or misfortune." Nian plopped down on the other side of Kanna and sighed helplessly.
"Did you put a listening spell on that guy, like you did on the merchant?"
"I did, but after tonight's incident, does that guy still have the guts to cause us trouble?"
Nian was a bit incredulous. Are young people these days really that cowardly? Do they really not shed tears until they see the coffin?
"It's always right to have a backup plan for everything. After all, that guy seems a bit obsessed. Remember the story I told you before, about that so-called 'ally of justice' who killed his parents? That guy's thought process is quite similar to his when he was young. He always feels that a small portion of people can be sacrificed for the stability and survival of the majority.
But he never considered that those small portions of people also have the right to live, and no one should dictate their life or death unless they willingly agree."
Kanna looked at the blazing bonfire in the plaza nearby, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Weedy, can you use illusions?"
"Illusions? What kind of spell is that?" Weedy, who was nearby, asked with some confusion.
"It's about projecting a scene we want someone to experience directly into their mind. Hmm, it's like making someone dream a dream we want them to dream."
"Dreams? little motty says he can do that." Weedy fiddled with the doll for a bit before speaking.
"No rush. You've relied entirely on your spells today, so I'm sure you're tired. Let's go find Thorwald in a couple of days and give him a small gift."
Recalling the choices Kiritsugu had once faced, Kanna's eyes gleamed with a sharp light.
"What kind of mischievous idea do you have now? Share it with us for a laugh!" Seeing Kanna's mysterious demeanor, Nian grabbed her horn and forcibly turned Kanna's head to face her.
"Just a little fun, you wouldn't be interested..."
"No, I'm very interested!"
Ever since coming to Rhodes Island, Nian found herself growing more and more fond of this little Kanna. Her little brain's whimsical ideas could perfectly serve as her assistant director and screenwriter.
"Alright, it's like this... and then like this..."
"Meow ah! Oh, no, brilliant! I'm genuinely curious what's inside that little head of yours. This isn't just a little fun. No, I have to write this down. This could totally go into my movies, letting people know that I, Nian, am a commercial director with both art and depth..."
After listening to Kanna's explanation, Nian slapped her thigh, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She hadn't expected such a way of playing things out.
To destroy the values of a self-proclaimed "saint" pretender, the simplest method is to use the paradoxes within his own ideology to directly dismantle all his ideals and beliefs. Kanna's move precisely struck his Achilles' heel. As long as he continued to strive in that direction, all that awaited him was the complete collapse of his ideals.
"The party is about to end. I see many people are starting to think about going home. Should we continue?" Gloria walked in from outside. She had been responsible for monitoring the entire plaza, assessing how strong people's desire to leave was, thereby providing theoretical support for Weedy's spell.
The reason Gloria was chosen was naturally because, despite her seemingly unstable multiple personalities, she was a genuine psychology expert.
For this party, Kanna basically only suggested that participants focus entirely on the party and not notice other goings-on. The subsequent plans and general direction were all handled by Gloria, and even Weedy was remotely directed by her via a communicator.
Nian looked up at the sky, estimated the time, and nodded. "It's been about half an hour. If that guy hasn't been lazy, the road should be clear by now."
"Alright then, Weedy, cancel the spell. Let everyone leave." Since the incident was completely resolved, there was no reason to keep people from leaving.
After Weedy canceled the spell, many people suddenly realized that they had been at the party for so long without knowing how. Looking at the now dark sky, they called their families and neighbors and headed home.
Before long, the entire plaza quieted down, leaving only the Infected residents who lived there to begin cleaning up the trash on the ground.
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