The Conspiracy of the Elites - Chapter 433

In the Presidential Villa, as the cities were slowly being cleaned by the soldiers in other to begin proper recovery measures from the war, the same thing also happened here.

Before the sun brightened completely, the Spartan soldiers already engaged in a huge clean-up. With heavy hearts, the soldiers removed the corpses of their comrades and cleaned the blood of their friends.

As this was done, a proper record of the war was also compiled.

…

In the President’s mansion inside the Villa, Commander Rashford and Commander Arthur whose war armors had cracks and were still stained by blood and dust walked inside the mansion.

After the war ended prematurely, while their subordinates went out to hunt the Mocan soldiers vengefully, they both remained behind to arrange things and return everything to the normal order.

Just like the other soldiers, they didn’t get to sleep throughout the night. Only their physiques as 5th rank high-grade soldiers made them look unaffected.

As soon as they stepped inside the mansion, they encountered no obstructions as they walked directly straight towards the special medical building attachment of the mansion.

Entering inside, they saw a group of doctors walking around the medical building with serious expressions on their faces.

Leaving the corridor, they navigated to a hall deep inside the building. At the end of the hall stood a big luxurious chair, and on this chair sat President Leonidas.

The President currently had a pale expression on his face, nothing like the imposing one that he put on when he debuted on the battlefield.

His upper body was exposed, and in the middle of his chest was a stack of bandages that almost covered all his chest.

Despite the coverage of the bandage, the injury underneath it could still be faintly seen.

The skin around the chest peeled off like they were suffering from corrosion, and the middle of the injury glowed a red light that the bandages could not conceal.

Seeing the 2 people that entered the medical building, Leonidas forced a smile and told the doctor attending to him to leave.

He grimaced as he sat upright, then he looked straight at the 2 Commanders.

Neither Commander Arthur nor Commander Rashford said a word, they simply went forward and presented a stack of books before him.

The President took hold of the books and flipped through.

“Civilian Record: Approximately 2.3 million Dead and 5 million Injured”.

“Soldiers Record: Approximately 450,000 Dead and 800,000 Injured”.

“Material [Financial] Record: Approximately 185 Billion lost”.

“Diplomatic Leaders Record: 4 Ministers Dead, 18 Commissioners Dead”.

“High-grade Soldiers Record: One 4th rank high-grade soldier Dead- General Joachim Manaz; Six 3rd rank high-grade soldiers Dead; Eighty-Seven 2nd rank high-grade soldiers Dead”.

“War Trump-Cards Record: 2 Warships severely damaged, including the Star Shatterer”.

“Country-wide Record: 4 Cities Annihilated, 2 Cities on the Brink of Destruction, 8 Cities mildly Destroyed”.

“Enemy [Mocan Republic] Record: …”

At this point, the President flipped the book over and closed it. Though he tried to tone it down a lot, there were clear signs of sadness on his face.

“Got it”. He nodded at the 2 Commanders.

“Start the normal Recovery Procedures, I’ll donate 10 Billion Credits to help in the recovery procedures”.

“For this period, I’ll lock myself in for a long period of recovery. Please, do not disturb me unless it is absolutely necessary”.

As he stood up to leave, he was interrupted by Commander Rashford.

The Commander had an extremely complicated expression on his face as he looked at him. “Are you really alright?”

The President laughed. “I’m feeling better than I did in decades, I’m more resistant to the corrosion now you know”.

He waited, having sensed that Rashford would ask another question and the Commander did not disappoint his expectations.

“You grasped the uniqueness?”

The President laughed again, this time with a hint of proudness tinging his tone. “Yeah, I did, I told you that I’m feeling better than I did in decades, right?”

“When you have the time, you can come in the future and I’ll tell you my insights on the uniqueness and my special ability”.

Seeing the look on Commander Arthur’s face, he laughed louder. “When you get to that level, come too, I’ll explain my insights to you”.

“Ok”. Commander Arthur replied, feigning a poker face but he was not able to maintain it for long as he smiled.

They waved at the President, then they turned to leave. When they got to the door, they both paused and turned back.

“Mr. President, we wish you a speedy recovery”.

Leonidas grinned back at them.

…

After the 2 Commanders left, a smile remained on Leonidas’s face as a lot of things went through his mind. In the end, he simply bent down, put on a jacket before leaving the medical building.

Going through the mansion, his workers greeted him as usual though with a tinge of sadness enveloping their voices.

He nodded gently back at them until he entered his living room. Entering inside, he saw the elderly man who seemed like a scholar again.

“How was the treatment?” The old man asked.

The President inclined his head to look at his mentor, he gave him a deep look before he continued forward. “It was fine”.

“That’s good”. The old man heaved a sigh of relief.

The President walked towards the direction of the elevator that would take him up to his room. Before he opened the elevator, he turned and glanced back at his mentor.

He sighed. “Do you think it’s still a secret?”

“What?” The old man asked, surprised.

“When do you plan on disbanding the Persian tigers organization? Sparta has suffered too much because of it, I ignored it mostly because you took care of me years back when I still didn’t know much about the world”.

“I’ve shown my strength in this war. Despite being injured, no soldier in the Mocan republic can match my strength”.

“Is this not proof enough that I can rule this country?”

The old man was surprised, but he soon calmed down. “When did you know about it?”

“Mentor Strange, I’m the ruler of this country”.

“Ok”. The old man nodded calmly. “I founded it to oppose your rule because I once sought a government like the Mocans, but your strength has made me change my mind”.

“The only problem is that I no longer have much control over the organization. Masked John took over, he’s the leader now”.

“I’ll try to help the Spartan army to intercept them, but I can’t promise much”.

“Ok”. The President nodded.

“So, what’s my punishment?” The old man asked calmly.

“Old man, I’m sorry, I won’t put my hands into it. The best I can do is to prevent it from being an execution, life imprisonment is the most I think they can reduce it to”.

As he spoke, Commander Rashford already entered the living room with a group of Spartan soldiers behind him.

The old man kept quiet for over a minute, he turned back to glance at the soldiers behind him then he looked back at the President. “Ok”.

Without resisting, he turned and followed the soldiers out.

With a sigh, Leonidas entered the elevator as it took him upwards. By the time that he got to his room, he was already feeling exhausted.

On opening the door to his room, he froze as a stranger was currently sitting down on his chair. He took on a guarded stance immediately.

“Who are you?”