I Became The Leader Of A Revolution In A Romance Fantasy

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When I thought of a hearing, all I could remember were scenes of congressmen with gold badges shouting at each other.

I wasn’t sure if it was a necessary procedure or if any significant results came from it.

Honestly, if someone like me, who had seen it up close, didn’t understand it, then it must have been a show for the media.

– “Yujin, what are you going to do after graduation? Are you really not thinking about graduate school?”

– “Haha, I’m job hunting, professor.”

– “Yeah, yeah. These days, it’s all about getting a job. So, do you know Congressman Go Jung-hoon? He’s running as an opposition candidate in your district.”

– “Ah, yes. He’s an alumnus of our school.”

– “Right, right. I’m very close to him. But he seems to want a smart young person to help him in this election. To hear the opinions of your age group and to help with youth-targeted campaigns.”

– “Are you talking about a campaign worker? I have some personal issues, so it would be difficult if I couldn’t get a job right after graduation. A part-time job at this time is a bit…”

– “Hey, do you think I would suggest this to my student if it were such a position? If he gets elected, you’ll become a congressional secretary immediately. You’re articulate and have always been interested in politics.”

In the end, Congressman Go got elected, and I somehow found myself becoming a 7th-grade secretary in the congressman’s office.

I painfully experienced the shitty nature of politics for two years.

I eventually quit and somehow ended up living as a web novel editor.

“Damn.”

Reflecting on the 21st century, I recalled the days filled with highly stimulating foods like chicken, hamburgers, and cola.

At least there were things similar to hamburgers, but the taste was completely different.

Anyway, the hearings I saw during my short stint as a secretary, and later as an ordinary citizen suffering from political disgust, were just events where people were busy cursing and yelling at each other.

However, even in such “let’s curse each other” events, there was a way to shut the opponent up.

“It’s too much to call them political thugs. Firstly, the word ‘political’ is incorrect. I found out that their sole purpose was to protect themselves.”

“Are you talking as if it’s someone else’s business?!”

I handed over the prepared documents and spoke.

“Secondly, using the term ‘thugs’ is even counter-revolutionary.”

“What, what did you say? That makes no sense!”

“Please refer to page 13 of the petition I submitted. The person called the team leader was a reactionary who exploited workers in a feudal manner.”

At this point, I banged on the desk once, forcefully.

“The revolution inevitably came because the old era was corrupt. Those brave citizens erupted because of feudal corruption and oppression! If you deny this, are you also denying the inevitability of the revolution?”

“What, what, what?! I, I am only someone with a revolutionary spirit willing to serve the republic!”

Gotcha.

The essence of this issue was, ‘a group clearly linked to a current congressman committed acts of violence.’

If I fought with facts, I couldn’t win.

But if I cleverly tied this to the legitimacy of the revolution, the story changed.

I reverted from an ordinary congressman to a man who had been a leader of the revolutionary army.
And like that red morning,

I boldly proclaimed as I had on the day of the revolution.

“A person like you now, in front of ‘me,’ dare to lump revolutionary struggle with thugs? Engage in self-criticism!”

“I, I…”

After giving the journalists enough time to finish their sketches and jot down my words,

I reverted to the gentle Congressman Hastings, straightening my clothes.

“Anyway, I have said my piece. If compensation is needed, since it happened in our district, I will pay the compensation on their behalf. But if you insist on bringing the revolutionary warriors to trial…”

A meaningful pause.

The journalists, certain that my next words would be the headline of this hearing, waited for me to speak.
And I did not disappoint.

“Let the whole country see. I, Eugene Hastings, will sit with them in the dock and defend the revolution.”

It was over.

* * *

Honestly, it was dangerous.

If I had gone to jail, I could have written a whole book.

‘I need to escape the gravity of the Mustache Gang.’

Didn’t a certain blond-masked man say that those whose souls were bound by gravity should be smashed to death with a rock (supermassive meteorite)?

Because the times were so primitive, I kept feeling like I was being dragged into the ghosts of some primitive guys…

No, it felt like I was being pulled in by those ghosts.

I genuinely refused.

I didn’t want to end up committing suicide like Hitler, who was murdered by Mr. Adolf,

Or be embalmed like a certain iron secretary from Georgia who went from being a robber to a human butcher.

At this rate, I would end up committing suicide and being embalmed.

I handed over the prepared documents and spoke.

“Secondly, using the term ‘thugs’ is even counter-revolutionary.”

“What, what did you say? That makes no sense!”

“Please refer to page 13 of the petition I submitted. The person called the team leader was a reactionary who exploited workers in a feudal manner.”

At this point, I banged on the desk once, forcefully.

“The revolution inevitably came because the old era was corrupt. Those brave citizens erupted because of feudal corruption and oppression! If you deny this, are you also denying the inevitability of the revolution?”

“What, what, what?! I, I am only someone with a revolutionary spirit willing to serve the republic!”

Gotcha.

The essence of this issue was, ‘a group clearly linked to a current congressman committed acts of violence.’

If I fought with facts, I couldn’t win.

But if I cleverly tied this to the legitimacy of the revolution, the story changed.

I reverted from an ordinary congressman to a man who had been a leader of the revolutionary army.
And like that red morning,

I boldly proclaimed as I had on the day of the revolution.

“A person like you now, in front of ‘me,’ dare to lump revolutionary struggle with thugs? Engage in self-criticism!”

“I, I…”

After giving the journalists enough time to finish their sketches and jot down my words,

I reverted to the gentle Congressman Hastings, straightening my clothes.

“Anyway, I have said my piece. If compensation is needed, since it happened in our district, I will pay the compensation on their behalf. But if you insist on bringing the revolutionary warriors to trial…”

A meaningful pause.

The journalists, certain that my next words would be the headline of this hearing, waited for me to speak.
And I did not disappoint.

“Let the whole country see. I, Eugene Hastings, will sit with them in the dock and defend the revolution.”
It was over.

* * *

Honestly, it was dangerous.

If I had gone to jail, I could have written a whole book.

‘I need to escape the gravity of the Mustache Gang.’

Didn’t a certain blond-masked man say that those whose souls were bound by gravity should be smashed to death with a rock (supermassive meteorite)?

Because the times were so primitive, I kept feeling like I was being dragged into the ghosts of some primitive guys…

No, it felt like I was being pulled in by those ghosts.

I genuinely refused.

I didn’t want to end up committing suicide like Hitler, who was murdered by Mr. Adolf,

Or be embalmed like a certain iron secretary from Georgia who went from being a robber to a human butcher.

At this rate, I would end up committing suicide and being embalmed.

The fear that a few minor similarities could lead to a similar fate is a magical, anti-intellectual nonsense.

However, living in this Rofan world, possessed by black magic and stuck in the mindless 18th-19th century era, I was not one to talk.

‘It’s never bad to be cautious.’

I left the hearing room.

As soon as I opened the door, I was flooded with requests for handshakes.

“Your Excellency!”

“Thank you for your hard work, Your Excellency!”

“These committee lackeys are crossing the line lately. These people who follow the feudal old ways. We will defend you to the end, Commander!”

“…”

Now they’re calling me the savior of the nation (※not true) and comparing me to the North Korean pig?
I just wanted to be careful.

But some of our revolutionary congressmen were looking at me cautiously.

“Your Excellency, have you heard the news?”

“What news are you talking about?”

“The upcoming by-election, you know? One of our members was involved in a disgraceful incident.”

“Ah.”

Just thinking about it gave me a headache.

I pressed my temples.

“You mean the identity theft incident.”

The chaos of the revolution was so immense that, frankly, the administrative power of the republic was a mess right now.

And then, an incident occurred that exposed to the whole world that the republic was nothing but a flashy sham.

A current congressman, elected with full support from our revolutionary faction under the name of ‘Revolutionary Warrior Mr. A,’ was actually not Mr. A.

That bastard had killed a perfectly innocent family during the chaos of the Red Morning and had assumed their identity.

‘Son of a bitch. Just thinking about it makes me curse.’

Naturally, his election was nullified.

Now, preparations were underway for the republic’s first by-election to fill his spot.

It was an incident that eloquently compressed the chaotic state of the republic.

The journalists had a field day.

We were screwed.

Anyway, why bring up that incident now?

My expression must have darkened unknowingly,

as our congressmen hesitantly continued.

“Well… today, the royalists announced their candidate.”

“Oh, was the announcement today? That’s later than I expected.”

I hadn’t paid attention to their movements due to my hearing preparations, but our congressmen were now bringing me the news.

I started to feel a bit uneasy.

Why was the preamble so long?

Who did they nominate?

The revolutionary congressmen exchanged glances.

They seemed quite reluctant to deliver the news themselves.

Finally, the youngest congressman, who lost the game of passing the buck, sighed and stepped forward.

“Your Excellency. The princess herself has stepped forward!”

What the hell?

* * *

Visenya Andrastra.

The Lily of the Royal Family.

The last ‘Princess Royal.’

Now, a tragic princess betrayed by her lover.

And the protagonist of this damned novel, 『The Beast of Thermidor』, who I possessed.

“This is driving me crazy.”

I covered my face with my hands.

In her narrative, I was the villain.

The guy who confessed his love yesterday suddenly became the leader of the revolution the next day, and later blew up his own family?

If not, your entire family would be hanging, and horribly crushed by the hands of transgressing rioters.

You were blind to the fact that as global chaos approached in the second part, the whole country would be in ruins, reaching a state of extreme desolation.

From her perspective, this has never even happened.

‘Will I get stabbed when I meet her at the Assembly?’

I was genuinely afraid.

But setting aside such personally entangled feelings, as the leader, no, the head of the revolutionary faction, the bewilderment I felt was…

“Is this, is this for real?”

“……”

A survey on the favorability of candidates in this by-election.

I held the results Lize handed me, checking them over and over again.

But the numbers written there wouldn’t change.

1st Place: Visenya Andrastra (73.8%)

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’

In a situation where the bill to abolish the Andrastra royal family and return them to commoner status passed with a whopping 66% support.

But why on earth?

How on earth!

In a district deemed progressive, a princess ran as a candidate and got 73.8%?

This is weird!

You all. Wasn’t this the district that had over 80% support for the abolition of the monarchy?

Then where did these 73.8% supporters of the royal princess come from?

Could it be a case of fraudulent residency?

Lize couldn’t hide her astonishment either.

“……Even during the kingdom era, Princess, no, Ms. Visenya Andrastra’s popularity was high, but to think it would still be this much……”

Come to think of it, there’s something I overlooked.

Until now, I vaguely thought that the male protagonist of a romance fantasy was a natural-born politician.
The heavily exaggerated protagonist buff.

Inherent charisma that gives dramatic power to even the most banal words.

But in this damned romance fantasy world, isn’t it inevitable that at least one more person would have both of those traits?

Because it’s easy to misunderstand due to the term ‘male lead’, but in fact, 90% of female-oriented novels are single-protagonist systems.

In other words, there is another protagonist in this world.

The moment I realized that, I got goosebumps.

‘A protagonist buff surpassing Eugene Hastings. And the charisma that managed to captivate Eugene Hastings as a lover without being overshadowed by him.’

Maybe that 73.8% isn’t even the limit.

* * *

Visenya Andrastra elected.

Final vote share: 78.1%.

The protagonist of this world has returned.