I Became The Leader Of A Revolution In A Romance Fantasy

< Chapter 5: The Unbearable Void of the Heavenly Throne >

The next morning.

Eugene Hastings’ congressional office.

A young aide was letting out religious exclamations while unfolding a mountain of morning newspapers.

In each spread, their congressman’s photo was plastered on the front page.

Eugene Hastings with a benevolent smile.

Eugene Hastings with a passionately raised fist.

Eugene Hastings standing like a divine statue.

Eugene Hastings grasping sunlight.

Eugene Hastings pointing to the audience, and citizens rushing towards his fingertip as if to touch it!

“Listen to this.”

「Politics, once a domain of duty and dignity, now only has ‘players’ left. These seasonal merchants only care about completing their terms and gaining popularity. We can’t expect responsibility or vision from such people.

But it seems the world is not doomed. The insight and noble heart shown by a young congressman yesterday prove that there is still hope for this republic.

I no longer agree that he is the heart of the revolution. A revolution is a momentary spark. A revolution is an event that fulfills its mission by destroying the old era; it cannot become the name of an era.

He is the guiding star of a new era. He is also the ‘soul’ that the republic has lost.」

“Wow! From the heart of the revolution to the soul of the republic! And this was written by a royalist editorial writer?!”

“This one is great too, this one!”

「Eugene Hastings asked about the true meaning of revolution and the vision of the new era we must open. Now it is the republic’s turn to answer.」

“Woohoo! Hastings! Hastings!”

“The congressman is a god!”

「Rise, people. Rise! Rise!

We are the revolutionary warriors, the heroes of flesh and blood who defended the supreme leader, making those arrogant ‘ruling classes’ tremble!

Now, we must uphold his words with the spirit of total commitment, raising the pressure to ensure that the ‘New Start’ policy passes in the National Assembly.」

“Ah, ah…”

“Uh, hmm.”

The last part got a bit solemn.

What this extreme leftist editorial writer meant by ‘pressure’ was just openly calling for red terror.

Should we say it’s typical of leftist forces that learned politics through guns and knives?

‘As expected, these people are a bit…’

In Hastings’ congressional office, everyone leaned towards being moderates, in line with Eugene Hastings’ preferences.

– You must be agitators, not those being agitated.

– I do not need fanatics under me. We are One Team, not One Man.

This was his policy.

“Y-Yes! But still, it’s better than the last editorial! What did it say back then?”

“……This so-called ‘private property’ stipulated in the Republic’s law is a reactionary plot by feudal elements. Those so-called ‘aides’ who blind and deafen our beloved leader’s wise eyes and ears are puppets of the Royalists, and they should be dragged by their hair and beaten to death in one blow.”

“Agh, stop!”

That editorial had collectively triggered their trauma.

Because of that damned editorial, one of the aides had even been stabbed in broad daylight.

“This insane country is really insane. Every time a law passes, a perfectly normal person becomes a hero or a traitor overnight… it’s chaos.”

“But the Congressman is different, isn’t he?”

“It’s precisely because ‘only’ the Congressman is different that’s the problem. This crazy country. It would be better if someone like the Congressman just…”

“Whoa, stop right there! You know the Congressman has a fit whenever ‘that word’ is mentioned.”

“Ugh, it’s just a saying. Honestly, our Congressman. It’s not necessary for someone to be this honest and free of ambition.”

The aide sighed.

As he started to fold and organize the morning papers,

Smack!

A white, sleek finger intercepted the newspaper.

Calloused from holding a pen.

Neatly cut and unpainted nails.

“Oh, Chief Aide.”

“I’ll take this.”

“I can throw it away.”

“I’ll do it.”

Chief Aide Lize Carter smiled firmly.

With a cold and tidy face that oscillated between ‘I’m too scared to talk to her’ and ‘What are you talking about? That disdainful look is actually a reward,’ she had a peculiar charisma that subtly pressured people, combined with her razor-sharp competence.

“Y-Yes.”

The administrative secretary hesitantly let go of the newspaper.

Lize smiled briefly, then carefully carried the morning paper to her desk, ensuring it didn’t get wrinkled.
Then a scratching sound began.

‘A pen?’

‘No, it sounds like scissors.’

The Congressman’s right-hand person.

And the most beautiful woman in the parliament with numerous followers.

What on earth was the Chief Aide doing?

All the aides were curious, but none dared to peek over the partition surrounding Lize’s desk.

Only the scratching sound continued beyond the fortress-like partition.

Then it happened.

The office door opened, and a handsome man with neatly combed silver hair entered.

“Good morning, everyone!”

A height that would require stacking two heads to match others’ eye levels. Graceful yet deep-set eyes and a confident smile.

A broad physique with a sleek torso. And long legs in harmony, a figure that seemed like a statue from the classical era had come to life.

“Congressman!”

“Congressman, you’re as impressive as always! I respect you!”

The staff swarmed around, expressing their enthusiastic admiration.

Eugene Hastings, who had just arrived at work, responded to their cheers with a skillful smile.

“Haha, thanks to the excellent bill you all stayed up all night preparing, I will get it passed.”

“Congressmaaan!”

With just that one word, all their fatigue melted away, and the passion in their hearts was reignited!

After passing by the nearly tearful staff, Eugene exchanged glances with Lize and was about to enter his office when…

“?”

He peeked over the partition.

From Eugene’s height of over 190cm, he could see something crinkling on Lize’s desk.

“Lize, what is that?”

“A-ah!”

For a moment, the staff couldn’t believe their ears.

Lize Carter’s voice was always calm and composed with a low tone. Yet now, her voice hit a high note, like a girl blushing red.

Lize hurriedly tried to cover her desk with her body, but Eugene had already seen everything.

A photo album hundreds of pages thick, filled with cut-out pictures and drawings of himself from all kinds of newspapers, magazines, and even propaganda posters.

“May I take a look?”

“Ah, uh, yes, yes?”

Lize’s voice was almost tearful, but Eugene, without any second thoughts, extended his hand, and Lize, despite her trembling, couldn’t resist her idol.

In the end, she had no choice but to present her treasured collection to the public.

It was her treasure, carefully selected images from all media, depicting ‘him’ in a way that befits the savior of the nation and the sole future leader of this world.

As her living idol turned each page,

Lize felt her heart turn with each page, burning under his penetrating gaze.

“Ha!”

A man who rejected personal worship, descended from the only position leading this country to share power with all, overly noble.

Such a person had discovered the fervent prayer dedicated to him at his altar.

‘He must recognize it.’

How would he respond now?

Thump thump.

Her heart raced, and her hands and feet turned cold.

Would he angrily reject her, saying he needed no worshipers and dismiss Lize?

Or, like how he willingly took on the mantle of leadership for this foolish and pitiful nation, abandoning a free superhuman life,

Would he show boundless mercy once again?

“Ah, sob.”

Unconsciously biting her lips from the rising heat, Lize pressed her thighs tightly together.

Her knees were shaking so much that it was hard to stand on both feet.

Now, she could only wait for his reaction.

If he got angry and chased her out, Lize Carter’s life would end at that moment.

A body accustomed to the warmth of the sun couldn’t return to the cold moonlight in the darkness of the night.

So, this wasn’t just a matter of ending her career.

Lize Carter’s fate lay entirely in his hands.

‘This, this is…’

Lost in her thoughts, Lize let out an involuntary, strange moan and bowed her head deeply, her face turning bright red.

The dizziness from knowing her life depended on his next words, and the soft relief that came from the thought of fully submitting to him.

Her heart pounded uncontrollably.

Lize, her skin flushed and trembling, waited for Eugene’s judgment.

Finally, her deity spoke.

“Hmm. Monitoring materials?”

“Yes? Ouch!”

In her haste to answer, she bit her tongue.

Eugene looked at her sympathetically as she covered her mouth in pain.

“You’ve collected some good pictures, but it’s a bit… ugh.”

Feeling an inexplicable chill, Eugene shivered.

Why? Objectively, these were good photos.

They seemed almost religious and sacred…

‘Ah, that’s it.’

Realizing (incorrectly) the source of his discomfort, Eugene tapped the album.

“It feels too sacred. I remember requesting the media to avoid personal worship photos like this, ugh.”

Eugene shuddered with each page he turned.

It wasn’t an issue when things were going well, but at the first political misstep, these could easily become daggers with headlines like ‘Count Eugene Hastings who wanted to be a living god.’

“Request their cooperation again. But do it in a way that doesn’t look like media censorship.”

“I-I will do it!”

“Lize? I know how busy the chief aide is. This is something that Allie…”

“I can do it! Please, let me handle this!”

What an incredibly ambitious woman, Eugene Hastings thought, smiling slightly as if he had no other choice.

“Well, that’s reassuring. I’ll leave it to you.”

“Y-yes, absolutely…”

Leaving Lize, who was about to collapse from the intensity of the moment, Eugene entered his office.

“……”

“……”

The aides looked at each other in confusion.

What did we just witness?

They stared intently at Lize’s spot behind the partition wall,

“Hey, let’s get back to work.”

“Yes, busy, busy.”

Awkwardly tossing out words as if nothing had happened, they scattered back to their desks.

Lize, trying to conceal her excited breathing, buried her bright red face in her hands and struggled.

If only there was a blanket, she would have kicked it out of frustration!

“Ugh, ugh…”

Wiping away the tears that had welled up in her eyes, she felt relieved.

Thank goodness.

She hadn’t lost her connection with the media.

‘That picture was good.’

With her heart pounding, she smiled broadly.

She needed to contact everyone and request more photos just like this one.

This was her small rebellion against the one true god.

This was non-negotiable.

Because the emptiness of the heavenly throne was an unbearable pain.

She had to share the happiness she found with this pitiful nation, this foolish country.

The joy of meeting someone truly great and dedicating everything to them.

The relief. The confinement.

‘Until the day he finally ascends to the heavens.’

Until then, she had to spread his divinity in any way she could.

‘Ah, Congressman.’

Even the dizzying sense of sin from daring to defy the word of God was a pleasure she found hard to endure.