Chapter 817: Election Victory
“The situation isn’t quite what we expected…”
In the Conservative Party’s headquarters, not far from the Presidential Palace, members of the committee were watching the vote count unfold.
The Conservative senator, dubbed the dumbest candidate in thirty years, sat quietly in his chair, eyes glued to the TV screen. Despite his composed face, the gleam in his eyes betrayed his excitement.
Politics is often cruel—you know something isn’t good for you, yet you must go through with it, because the interests of higher powers outweigh your own.
Being called the dumbest candidate in thirty years wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it was part of the job. Only by playing the clown in front of the media and the public could he secure his seat.
Some say that with ideals and persistence, you can change the country.
But how many independents are there in Congress?
Five. Always five. No more, no less.
They’re not there because ideals became reality, but because the people of the Federation need to see some semblance of fairness.