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"We won't specifically target you, but we need to discuss some of the foolish things you've been doing in your position as President. Let's bring them up and talk about them. I think you've gotten older, and your mind isn't as sharp as it used to be. You might have even forgotten some key points. Do you remember how you sent a group of less than Soldier-Level Hunter Team members on a high-risk mission? I recall they were still in the hospital receiving treatment."
"Uh, no, no, no, they're not in the hospital anymore. They've been locked up by someone who prefers to stay in the shadows. That's how it is. When the director called me, you have no idea how frustrated I was. I was furious, so nothing good came of it."
"Uh, uh, uh, I don't understand what you mean by 'someone who prefers to stay in the shadows,'" the young man replied.
"'Someone who prefers to stay in the shadows' means exactly that—whether it's sneaky or underhanded, whatever you're planning to do, don't think you can use their lives to threaten me because I trust them more than you do. I admire these young people," Hilbert said. "So where have you locked them up? If they lose their lives due to inadequate treatment, what are you prepared to offer as compensation? Your lives? No, no, no, your lives are worth less than theirs. There's a term that suits you well; would you like to hear it? Let me think... Ah, yes, I've got it—it's about your group."
"Uh, heh heh, Mr. Hilbert's words are getting more philosophical by the day. Fine, they're fine now. I don't want to argue with you; I just want to know how you feel about sending them on that high-risk mission as their direct superior. Was it a mistake from your leadership to let these young people handle such dangerous matters when they hadn't even dealt with risky missions before? Luckily they returned; not many can say that."
"Exactly because of that they got hurt and caused quite a stir when we discovered it. As for why they were sent on such a mission, I'm curious about what your thoughts were at the time as the commander. Did you think firing the administrator would absolve you of responsibility? No, no, no; your thinking is too simplistic. Their fault was making mistakes at work; your fault was poor supervision. You must take full responsibility for this," the young man responded.
Hilbert knew these people's methods all too well—they would just throw accusations around in meetings and then publicly announce them. In fact, such behavior was rather chaotic; his earlier remarks could easily disqualify him from running for President for life. However, what else could be done remained uncertain. Hilbert understood that they would likely enter the next round of proceedings soon, with everyone taking turns bombarding him with accusations. Therefore, he couldn't afford to feel intimidated; he prepared several statements to defend himself. It wasn't as simple as it seemed; he had long since stopped caring about accumulating accusations against him and didn't enjoy this approach either. But when you're in a position like President's, there’s little room for other thoughts—mistakes at work are often made to cover up other truths.
As these people bombarded him with accusations based solely on facts without seeing the truth behind them, he could easily argue emotionally with them since as long as it wasn't a principled issue, they wouldn't have much to counter with. The reasons for their accusations were all wrapped in grandiloquent language; thus, these frustrated individuals crumpled their accusation sheets and stormed out.
Seeing this unfold, Hilbert shook his head—these people still couldn't keep their composure while handling matters; they were so close to uncovering the truth yet chose to give up first.
Indeed, nothing would happen today either. What truly surprised him was the young man sitting silently at the round table; aside from his initial remarks, he remained seated with a smile watching him. This created quite an oppressive atmosphere for Hilbert inside; however, he couldn't let that show on his face to avoid revealing any inner turmoil.
He continued pretending to be carefree while exchanging pleasantries with everyone else—the situation couldn't get worse than this. Gradually, all attention shifted toward him. Hilbert's conversational tactics mainly fell into two categories: if something was true, he would vehemently deny it or try to obscure the issue as much as possible. When faced with questions about why he did something, his responses became simpler—just deny it again. Although the truth had already come out into the open, extracting it from his mouth wouldn't necessarily be useful; besides, even under deep hypnosis, nobody had ever seen someone maintain self-awareness during hypnosis—the hypnotist would go mad.
In such circumstances, nothing could be accomplished without an absolutely thick skin.
Continuing to dig into those weaknesses was nothing but self-humiliation. The tricks these people employed were ones that Hilbert had once used himself, topics he had shared with younger colleagues during his youth. He never expected that after all these years, they would still be adapting everything he had taught them back then. Truly, the young people lacked adaptability; what was, simply was.
By the time the meeting concluded, few were willing to lift their heads and continue paying attention to Hilbert. A young man remained silent, his gaze fixed on him as he spoke. What was his purpose for being there? No one knew. In any case, this time the position of President had not changed hands, but they certainly would not let it go so easily. Beneath his list of offenses, they continued to add more details, and his list of sins grew longer.
In truth, after living for so long, Hilbert had long since become indifferent to those accusations. The only thing he truly cared about was the battles he fought against those insects in his youth and the news of his companions who had all vanished. After so many years, their complete disappearance was a clear indication; they had likely perished. Although it was stated that they were missing, didn’t that really mean they were dead?
He harbored a knot in his heart, and all he wanted was to personally eliminate those insects—more and more of them.
That was why he had worked so hard over the years to climb to a high position and gain greater power—all for a simple act of revenge.
But how could others know his thoughts? At that time, he had indeed stood at a high position; few would ponder what was on his mind.
If those people were truly speculating, it would only be surface-level thoughts. Those who excelled in deep thinking would never lay their problems bare for others to interpret.
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