"As our seats in the Parliament increased, the Prime Minister had to take our opinions into account when issuing decrees! The royal family even needed to consult us before making important decisions! And this! This wasn't even the end!"
*It wasn't over yet? We had already become so powerful, and there was still more to come?*
Upon hearing that this was not the endpoint, the Rebels inside the room could hardly bear it any longer. Each one clenched their fists with rapid breaths, eyes tightly fixed on "Little Baskin" as if he was glowing, eager to hear how much more formidable the future Rebels could become.
Leon's hollow visions were detectable to those who were truly experienced in politics. Just a bit of tasting with their upper lips, and they could tell that the filling of this pie wasn't substantial.
Although the feasibility of these things wasn't entirely absent, and was certainly better than mere fantasies, the extent of its goodness was quite limited.
