I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired

The General sighed, rubbing his temple. "Leave it, girl," he said. "Even if I wanted to arrest him hell, even if the government wanted to we can't do anything about it."

Meleonora stared at him in disbelief. "What?"

The General let out another sigh. "Why do you think there's been no media coverage about this? No news reports? No public outcry?" He looked at her with a knowing expression. "It's just how the world works. The law is only for the weak."

Meleonora took a step back, shaking her head. "No." Her voice wavered, but she steadied herself. "I thought you came here to arrest him! This isn't right. The higher-ups won't agree with this."

The General shook his head, looking at her with something close to pity. "He's useful to the country," he stated plainly. "They won't touch him."

Meleonora clenched her fists."He massacred hundreds of people," she argued. "What more are you asking for?"

The General didn't hesitate.

"Not enough."

Lucian sat back, watching Meleonora with an unreadable expression. She stood her ground, defiance in her stance, but the General's words carried weight.

"Don't be stubborn, girl," the General said, his tone softer this time."I respect that you stand by your beliefs. In fact, I'm even proud of it. But sometimes, you have to understand that things aren't always so simple."

Meleonora clenched her fists. "But... no. I"

"Enough." The General's voice hardened. "I am your superior. You should follow orders first."

She looked at him, her eyes flickering with resistance. Her gaze fell on the medals pinned to his chest, each representing years of sacrifice, service, and authority. Her teeth clenched, but this time, she didn't argue back.

She took a step back, silent but still visibly resisting.

Fine. If the military won't act, I'll take this matter directly to the President. Her thoughts raced, her sharp gaze shifting to Lucian.

Just who the hell is this guy? Why does he have so many privileges? How can he still be sitting there like nothing happened after killing so many people? It doesn't make sense.

On the other side of the room, the purple-haired man had his own thoughts.

What the fuck is going on? He looked at Lucian, his mind struggling to comprehend the situation. Since when can someone kill that many people and still be sitting here, free as a bird? This is some next-level bullshit.
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The General suddenly turned his attention back to Lucian.

"So... are you planning to go after the Selvit family now?" he asked, his voice measured.

Lucian's lips curled slightly. "Fight?" His head tilted slightly, amusement flickering in his gaze. "It was never a fight."

He exhaled, the air around him growing heavier.

"I'm going to destroy them."

Meleonora coughed from the side, disbelief evident in her eyes.

The General, however, remained composed. "They might already be on their Selvit family's secret island," he noted. "A place protected on all sides, guarded by heavily armed forces."

"Protected by tens of thousands of men," he added, watching Lucian carefully.

Lucian rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "There are two ways we can do this," he mused.

The air in the room shifted as everyone listened.

"First," Lucian said, tilting his head slightly."You handle it. I'll let the military take care of it. Do whatever you want I don't care how you do it. I just want the Selvit family on their knees."

He paused, his next words delivered with complete indifference.

"I'll be magnanimous and give you two days."

Silence followed his statement, thick with tension.

Then, an explosion.

"Are you insane?!" Meleonora shouted, unable to contain her fury any longer."Not only are you getting privileges, but now you have the audacity to command the military as if they're your personal lackeys?!" Her anger burned as she pointed at him. "How dare you?!"

Her already nonexistent favorability toward him was now plunging even lower.

The General, however, remained calm, shaking his head. "That won't be possible," he said. "And you know that too, don't you?" His gaze met Lucian's, understanding exactly what the young man was asking.

Lucian chuckled, eyes flashing with something unreadable.

"Of course," he murmured. "Which is why there's a second way."

Meleonora felt a shiver crawl up her spine at the way he said that.

Lucian grin widened slightly.

"If you won't do it…" Lucian leaned forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper."I'll do it myself."

Then, a slow grin stretched across his face a grin that sent an unsettling chill through the room.

"And you know what? You'll all regret it."

The General exhaled through his nose, his expression unreadable."Are you really going to go this far?" His voice was calm, but there was a heaviness in it. He looked at Lucian, searching his eyes.

"I understand that they hurt someone dear to you," he continued. "But think again wiping out tens of thousands of people just because one family crossed you?" He let out a sad smile, shaking his head. "Don't you think that's… an overreaction?"

His words weren't meant to challenge. It was an attempt one last attempt to make Lucian reconsider.

But what was truly disturbing was that he didn't sound like he doubted Lucian's words at all.

Meleonora, on the other hand, had had enough.

"This has to be a joke," she muttered under her breath. Her brows furrowed deeply, her fingers curling into fists. "Why is the General even talking like this lunatic can actually do something like that?"

She turned her head, glancing between them. "Even for a force of fifty thousand armed men, it would take months of preparation, not to mention the inevitable bloodbath, to even think about taking down a fully fortified island."

She scoffed, shaking her head. "And yet, he's talking like he'll just waltz in and wipe them all out?"

Her eyes narrowed. "No. That's impossible. Even for the Kane family, this is beyond ridiculous. They're a family, not a country."

From the side, the purple-haired man rubbed his forehead, his thoughts mirroring hers. Is he seriously believing this? What kind of delusion is this?

Lucian, however, simply chuckled. His amusement was palpable, but the edge in his gaze was razor-sharp.

"Overreaction?"He tilted his head at the General, his tone almost… amused."I don't know what you're talking about."

Then, he leaned back, crossing his arms.

"When countries go to war, it's almost never because of the people. It's always because of a handful of politicians or a few powerful individuals playing their little games." His gaze darkened, voice steady."Yet, instead of just taking them out, the military invades, killing innocent people in the process."

He let the words sink in, his expression unreadable.

"Now tell me, General…"He exhaled, eyes cold as steel. "Isn't that the real overreaction?"

Silence.

The General face remained impassive, but the weight of Lucian's words hung heavily in the air.

For a brief moment, nobody spoke.

Then, slowly, the General closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

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