Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

On the huge white screen, Yuan Jun's face, which was once handsome but now distorted by fear and despair, occupied the entire picture.

The pale and somewhat glaring light in the interrogation room magnified every tiny muscle twitch on his face without reservation in front of the eyes of all the survivors.

His lips were trembling slightly.

Then, those words that sounded like the final judgment were squeezed out from his cracked lips, word by word.

“…Yes…I did it.”

"The disaster in Kyoto... was planned by me and my companions."

With a loud bang, the whole thing exploded.

"Impossible! This is absolutely fake!"

"It's fake! This is a fake video they made! How could Master Yuan do such a thing?!"

A middle-aged man who was well-dressed and looked like a middle-level manager in a company was the first to stand up from the crowd. He pointed at Yuan Jun's painful face on the screen and loudly defended him.

"I know Master Minamoto Mitsuhide! Last week, my company was struggling with cash flow and nearly went bankrupt! It was Master Minamoto who generously lent me a large sum of money, helping me get through this difficult time! He's so kind and noble, how could he do such a heartless thing?!"

"That's right! I've met Master Yuan too! He's donated winter quilts to the homeless in our community several times! He's always had a great reputation!"

"This must be a conspiracy by the Dragon Nation! They are just framing us! Their goal is to sow discord between us and the nobles! So that they can better rule us!"

From the crowd, voices rose one after another, defending Yuan Jun and those "nobles." To those who still retained the stigma of the old era, it seemed impossible for the nobles to harm "lowly" commoners like them, no matter what. That was illogical.

However, on the screen, the interrogation continued.

The Dragon Nation interrogator, whose face was hidden in the shadows, didn't seem surprised by Yuan Jun's confession. He simply asked the next question in a calm, emotionless voice.

"We've investigated your background, Minamoto no Mitsuhide. Your family was also oppressed during the Eagle Sauce garrison period. However, we haven't discovered any acts of revenge against the Eagle Sauce. Why?"

"We are all foreign troops stationed here. Why don't you hate the Americans, but instead use such extreme and destructive methods to hate us?"

"Is our Dragon Nation's army even more domineering than the Eagle Sauce soldiers of the past? Isn't the policy of equality for all that we promote good enough for you?"

Upon hearing this question, Yuan Jun's face on the screen, which was originally filled with fear and regret, suddenly froze.

Then, he suddenly raised his head as if he had heard the funniest and most ridiculous joke in the world!

His originally sluggish pupils refocused in an instant. However, this time, what burned in them was no longer fear, but a more special, more crazy, hysterical... monstrous hatred!

He was like a powder keg that had exploded completely, and he let out a heart-wrenching roar like a wild beast towards the camera and the interrogator he could not see!

"Good?! You call that good?!"

"All of this is caused by you Dragon people! You all deserve to die! All of you deserve to die!"

"You are indeed very good!" His voice became extremely sharp due to extreme anger. His handsome face was as unique as a demon from hell. "But your problem lies precisely in... you are too good!"

"Those garrisons of yours! Those peasants! After they arrived, they didn't indulge in debauchery! They didn't bully men or women! They even helped the elderly who had fallen down on the streets! They were so foolish as to take away the most fertile land that had been passed down to our Genji family for thousands of years, and then gave it away for free to those untouchables who were only fit to work like our slaves!"

"You actually...distributed the land to the poor?!"

His emotions completely exploded.

"——You are committing a sin!!!"

"And what about the Eagle Sauce people? The Eagle Sauce people are bastards, they are arrogant, they beat people up, they steal things! But! They never force us to give our noble land and assets to ordinary people who can't even read! They have always bullied those lowly, ordinary people in Sakura Country! What do the lives of those people have to do with us, the high and mighty nobles?!!"

These words, filled with the most naked and ugly class hatred and viciousness, were like invisible and loud slaps in the face of the tens of thousands of survivors from the Sakura Country in the stadium.

Everyone was stunned.

The anger on the faces of those who had just been loudly defending and protesting for Gen-kun and those "nobles" froze. Instead, there was an even greater sense of absurdity and incomprehensibility... of bewilderment.

They couldn't understand or believe it.

In their impression, Young Master Yuan, who was always gentle, amiable and kind, would actually say such words as if he regarded them as worthless and as livestock.

And on the screen, it seemed that he had completely opened up his mouth, and it seemed that he knew that it was impossible for him to go back alive. Yuan Jun began his final, self-destructive and crazy complaint.

"You don't know! You don't even know what you did!"

"My family! We, the Genji clan! Since the time of Emperor Daigo, we have been the noblest aristocracy in this country! Our lineage has been passed down to my generation for over a thousand years!"

"For the past thousand years, we have always been nobles! We have always been the best among men!"

"Which of those lowly people in Kyoto would dare not bow ninety degrees to me upon seeing my family crest of the Sixteen-Leaf Chrysanthemum, which symbolizes my noble bloodline?!"

"But what about now?!" He pointed at his nose, his face showing endless humiliation and madness.

"You gave our family's land to those untouchables who only knew how to farm! Not only did I lose my noble title, I also lost all my privileges! I even had to proactively greet those untouchables who I used to not even bother to look at, just to stay alive and get some hard-to-get supplies from that damn Dragon Country Chamber of Commerce!"

His voice became extremely resentful.

"Just last week! In that damn supermarket run by you Dragon people! I saw our former blacksmith! His name was...what was his name...oh, yes, Watanabe! His ancestors for eighteen generations were all horseshoe slaves for our Genji family! And now, when he saw me, he just nodded at me! He didn't even call me 'Manabu-sama'!"

"How dare he not call me 'Sir'!" he roared, like a mad dog.

"If it were in the past! If it were back when our Great Sakura Empire still existed! I would definitely pull out my 'Kiku-ichimonji' and use his lowly, filthy body to test whether my knife is sharp enough! I would cut him neatly into seven pieces! And then feed him to the dogs!"

Hearing this, it was filled with the most vicious and chilling curses.

Inside the stadium, the crowd that had been so noisy just a moment ago once again fell into a long, deathly silence.

Tian Jieren just stood at the back of the crowd in a daze. In his mind, he unconsciously recalled the face of his father lying in a pool of blood, his face completely disfigured.

Beside him, Miyuki slowly covered her wide-open mouth with both hands. Her body was shaking uncontrollably.

The anger, confusion, and protest that once appeared on the faces of tens of thousands of survivors have disappeared.

Instead, it is...

A complete confusion and dead silence.