From the farthest reaches of the north to the southernmost tip of Castile, from Albion to Baku, countless people bearing the brunt of war's flame applauded and cheered. Across Charlemagne, numerous people robbed of their precious belongings wept and pondered, while many more cast puzzled, dissatisfied, and angry gazes at the bureaucrats and soldiers who prevented them from listening to and watching the speech, spitting at the backs of those in frustration.
Only those who had suffered could understand the truth behind those words. Only after hardship could one see those words as a voice that speaks for their own heart.
Emotional resonance was multiplying by geometrical proportions, and unconsciously, the public had come to acknowledge the authenticity of Li Lin's words.
"I love peace."
Fervent, sincere.
"I love freedom."
Without a hint of pretense.
