The Dictator issued his opinions and commands, and everyone would applaud, agree, and execute—this had become almost the sole procedure in the high-level meetings of Alfheim nowadays. After all, as the living deity, the earthly spokesperson of the Mother Goddess, Your Excellency Dictator was never wrong, always right. Every word he uttered was filled with wisdom, and every command he issued had to be resolutely carried out unconditionally; if you failed to grasp its profound meaning, it only showed that your faith was not firm enough, necessitating a baptism both physical and spiritual.
However, this time, the attendees couldn't help but harbor doubts in their minds: asking a group of vested interests to willingly exit the historical stage—was that possible?