Inside the Directorate Headquarters London, photojournalists aimed their cameras at Mr. London.
He settled his arms on the lectern, staring confidently at the photographers and corporate media staff. Three tall individuals stood behind him. All three of them were over seven feet, clad in golden exosuits with oversized pistols strapped to their thighs. The normal pistols were too small, and the recoils too insignificant.
The crisp clicks of cameras and subtle shuffles of shoes across the floorboards filled the room.
Mr. London cleared his throat, and the room fell silent. Every camera was waiting for his first words.
The world was watching.
"I stand here today, not as a prince of Britain but simply as Mr. London, a member of the Council. You all know us. You know what the Council has done to maintain order. The risks our agents have been taking, fighting against those willing to abuse their powers and the remnants of Cain’s Fanatics."
He paused, took a deep breath, and slowly let it out.
"Sadly, despite our efforts to put an end to this fanaticism that has plagued us for nearly a century, we have continued to fail. And today, I would like to reveal why. I’m sure many of you already know." Mr. London said.
"Yes. Your guesses are most certainly correct. The fanaticism Cain created has never died because there are new converts. The day we have ten of them in custody, twenty more have already joined the cult. This is why we must place preventive measures on you, Humanoid Summoners... That tendency exists within you simply because you possess a humanoid summon. I do not blame you for that, but it must be controlled. We create laws to restrain the dark impulses of mankind because we recognize that those impulses exist within all of us. The same goes for orientation. We are not the villains."
He stretched out his arms.
"These programs and the new cuff restriction will ensure this cult has no influence over you. The true villains are men like Cain, who began all this. And now another has risen. His name is Godfrey Daniels! You call him King of Summoners, but there is nothing majestic about a man who wants to cause nothing but bloodshed!"
The scene of Godfrey executing Mrs. Fukushima and the Unknown King cutting down the seven-foot-tall agent began to play on the screen for the viewers.
"You see what he does. He’s a killer. He will bring anarchy. What law will protect you? Who will be the police? His own knights? What if he wants you dead like he wanted the people being displayed on your screen? He’s a man who won’t listen to explanations. He’s just a nineteen-year-old boy lost in his rage and armed with enough power to believe he can change the world. He doesn’t know what change is. There is no future in what you fight for."
Mr. London sighed.
"Indeed, we have reported him to the Congregation of GodKings and Queens. He will face a fair trial by combat; the very method Godfrey himself has used against those who have wronged him. Abide by the laws. They were created to protect you and those around you. Let there be peace. I do not propose this because we are afraid. That couldn’t be further from the truth. We have the capacity to kill anyone. Mortal or god." Mr. London said.
"Step forward, agent."



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