There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World’s Darkness so I Made One (In Exasperation)

September 5th marked the end of the war in Marlstan.

The conflict ended and governance by the new government began. It is the dawn of an era of peace.

Security will not suddenly be restored, and it will take years to return worn out infrastructure and devastated industries. Lost lives will not return.

From now on, the battle in the name of reconstruction begins. Relying on foreign companies makes it easier for them to receive various reconstruction support of tangible intangibles, but on the other hand, they conceive of the danger that foreign capital will become excessively rooted and that the national interest will be sucked up outside the country in the future.

It would take a terrible amount of time if we tried to accomplish reconstruction in our own country alone.

It's a difficult problem.

It's not an area around here where you can do something with your mind power thrust, and even for me, I'm not going to run for years to rebuild Marlstan. The people of Marlstan must take the time to resolve it with their own hands.

In the shadow of that reconstruction, "it seems that the psychic is fighting enemies that threaten the country" and "it seems that secret societies that fight the darkness of the world are hiding unknowingly," I think it would be a little fun if there were such rumors.

After finishing the battle in the sanctuary, Medu was taken back to Ajito by his companions.

It was only half a day after Hisham came to visit Azit after the declaration of the formation of the new government that a forum for discussion was held and Medu decided to become Hisham's adopted daughter. Each of the Liberation Front faces will go there as soon as they find their foster parents.

Mr. Hisharm didn't say it was impossible. I didn't even rush it.

I said that the Alinataya Liberation Front did not have to be dissolved, you could live in Asia as before, until I tried to be able to officially take ownership of the land in Asia.

But on top of that, "I want my kids to grow up under their parents. I want you to ask me about the selfishness of an adult," everyone whispered to Hisham, who bowed his head sincerely.

I was a grown man who was embarrassed to hear it a little further away.

Looking at him, I wonder if the conflict was over without me having to intervene.

Upon returning from Ajit, Mr. Hisharm thanked me, but I didn't know what he was talking about.

He may have realized it was my job to send a domestic terrorist, or he may be referring to taking care of the Alinataya Liberation Front headed by Medu for a short time. It's unlikely that he said he put sleeping pills on it.

The last showdown of the liberation of Marstan (the showdown between the revolutionary organization and the military regime) ended with hardly a battle-like battle.

It seems that someone was planting sleeping pills on all the food the military manages, and the sleeping military men were tied up from one end and the military regime headquarters were controlled bloodlessly.

Supposedly it was the work of insiders, but it was only slightly massive for several insiders to do it, and there were rumors of the work of psychics because of their puzzlement, but the authenticity is uncertain.

I would definitely scout if there was a psychic who could do that. Must be the brilliant man the boss of the secret society deserves.

Thus the disturbance over Marlstan, a small country in the Middle East, subsided.

The journey of misery is endless. But with a hint of joy, pleasure, and bond in their hearts, they will walk away -

Edward Mullington is a graduate student affiliated with the School of Medicine at Marineland National University. He has a background in transfer from engineering and is familiar with machines.

Bought there, Edward had recently been entrusted with the study of medical machinery given to him by Marlstan, a small country in the Middle East. It can be a serious breakthrough for Marineland, who is investing in health care.

Marlstan had just ended the conflict a month earlier. The first post-war elections came to an end, and the leader of the revolutionary organization remained prime minister.

Shortly after the end of the war, His Royal Highness the Grand Duchy of Reishi made a declaration of friendship with Marlstan, thus raising interest throughout Marineland.

Edward is working on a medical machine made by Marlstan.

At first glance it was shaped like a telescope. But when you break it down, the interior is a complex combination of precision parts, and there are many heterogeneous parts with strange shapes. However, apparently it runs on liquid fuel. The fuel supplied has a three-month lifetime, including spare fuel.

Given the precision of the work, it was difficult to think of it as a substitute that a small country that had been in dispute for five years could manufacture. Either you welcomed the machine tool from a foreign country on a set with a technician, or it was made in another country that is just false as being made in Marlstan.

The key performance was truly innovative.

What a perfect general anesthesia just to irradiate the patient for one second.

It will never be solved until twelve hours have elapsed, with no side effects or burden on the body at all. It stirs up some anxiety that the safety device is rigorously applied to prevent more than a second of irradiation, but the performance is great.

It was a surprising word that such advanced instruments of peace would be given by small countries with claw marks of conflict.

It would definitely revolutionize the healthcare industry if mass production could be made.

What Edward is asking for is clarification of the principles and confirmation of safety. You can't have a medical accident using an unprincipled machine.

Edward decided to take a break with the disassembled parts on the 3D scanner. The lab is comfortable with good air conditioning and good humidity management, but staying indoors all the time can catch my breath.

Out of the lab, Edward buys tuna sandwiches and tea in purchasing, newspapers, and sits on a bench in the college courtyard for an early lunch.

One side of the newspaper was the delightful news that His Royal Highness Archduke Armantrude Bates had been caught a magpie for the first time this year. Edward cheeked loose. His Royal Highness Lou, who holds and pieces a tail of prey caught in his dress, can be said to have no one in line in Europe.

One of Marineland's main industries is fishing, which is a national leisure that the Grand Duke and his family also prefer, but His Highness Lou was devastatingly poor at fishing. I just caught one, enough to be on the news. Smiling.

Soothing and soothing to almost an episode of His Highness, the letters of Marlstan caught my attention.

When I read it, I talked about the restoration of the transmission grid and the restoration of the telecommunications infrastructure in Alinataya, the capital of Marstan.

Edward tilted his neck.

It was a strange story. Too soon.

It wouldn't be impossible if only wires were laid, but there shouldn't be a key power generation facility.

About two weeks ago, Marlstan had just read the story that both water purification and power generation facilities had been devastated and that it would take a year to restore infrastructure.

I think so.

A little like Marineland, he said.

About a year ago, there was a significant reduction in electricity prices in Marineland.

Because the new power plant is complete, it was a touchdown, but I didn't hear anything about the construction of the power plant, and the location of the new plant is uncertain.

A sudden declaration of friendship with a faraway exotic by His Highness Lou......

Similar power generation facilities………

No way the Grand Duke hides top secret technology that easily produces huge amounts of electricity......?

Delusions progress.

When I read the gossip article, His Highness Lou was cursed for being too beautiful and his intelligence index dropped.

Years after the reality of psychic powers was revealed. There have also been cases of stone giants storming in Marineland, where absurd gossip and conspiracy theories can no longer be determined to be lies. The boundary between science and occult is also vague.

The medical device made in Marlstan during the outpatient study may also be a product of occult.

Edward laughed himself at the imagination behind his brain, folded up the newspaper, threw it in the trash with the sandwich paper wrap, and returned to the lab.