***15 CHAPTER MASS RELEASE***

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The sun soared high in the sky, reaching past even noon. The trio had slept quite late, so they woke up in the middle of the day.

Right now, all three of them stood outside the house of the Mayor of Mycelia; Malon’s dad. They were in the front courtyard with serious expressions on their faces.

The estate itself was grand. It was a mushroom mansion that extended to all sides of the courtyard except for the south side, where the exit and entrance to the property were.

Standing outside of the estate gates were what looked to be hundreds if not thousands of people.

The commotion was loud, filled with confused gasps, curious murmurs, and interested whispers.

“What are they doing?”

“Malon wants to get his city back… for us.”

“Isn’t the election in a few months? Why is he trying to do an illegal coup?”

“Don’t be foolish. You know exactly why if you have eyes.”

“Mano and his uncle… they want to ruin this city. Hell, let him commit crimes. As long as it’s for the betterment of this town.”

Hanzo looked over at Malon at this moment, “Look at all those people supporting you.”

Malon nodded. At that moment, a cavalry of moosh knights made their way outside of the noble estate.

They formed two lines, and from the middle walked forward Malon’s uncle: Isavior.

“Woah!” Hanzo exclaimed, “What’s with the guards? We didn’t break any laws did we?”

Isavior walked forward with his hands behind his back. A stern expression was written on his face.

However, Hanzo didn’t say this for no reason. His words incited more emotion from the crowd behind.

“Hey! They haven’t done anything wrong! Why are you showing up with guards!?”

“Is this the righteous city that you preach!?”

“Stop with the guards! Why the aggression!”

Many began to say, the noise beginning to slowly climb.

“I know your plans. I won’t let it happen.” Isavior simply said, “You will not step forward from this point onwards.” He slammed his foot down.

“No, you don’t know our plans,” Malon said, also stepping forward. He raised a small pill in his hand.

Tyr had spent a little while creating it right before they came here. Of course, it was the antidote for an illness very similar to Jooe.

“It is the possible cure for father’s illness. We have no intention of starting any fights. All we want is for father to be well, and that’s it.” Malon’s tone was very collected.

A wave of astonished breaths washed through the crowd as they heard this. No one was expecting this of all things. But more so than surprised, everyone felt a ray of hope light up within them.

The election was split between nobles and the commonfolk, but when it came to the Mayor of Mycelia, everyone adored him for the most part.

He was the most kind, the one who understood his people the most and did what they wanted.

He wasn’t very old either. He was still in his 40’s.

Isavior’s eyes widened as he heard Malon say this. The small shrooms on his elbows and shoulders erected chillingly as terror seemed to jump up and down in his pupils.

‘A…a cure? No… he must be lying. But… why would he lie about that? It would just place him at a disadvantage.

Then it most likely is true… but if that bastard lives longer, our entire plan will be ruined!’ Isavior worried inwardly, suddenly unsheathing his blade.

“YOU WILL NOT ENTER!” He screamed at the top of his lungs.

There was silence from both sides after he said this. But then, the first thing to sound was a roar from the crowd behind the trio.

“Injustice!”

“How dare you not allow lord Hevest to be cured!”

“This is treason!”

They all yelled with conviction.

“Silence! You fools! This boy is a criminal! Yet you still believe him!?” Isavior urged.

“A criminal? Was I not relieved of that status when I defeated you in that duel decided by Mother Gaia? Are you saying she is wrong?” Malon retorted, gaining the favor of the crowd even further.

“A duel does not constitute your actions!” Isavior barked back in retortion.

“Your words do not destroy this nation’s ancestry!” Malon finally raised his voice. He paused, then walked forward slowly.

“The men who stand by you today are knights!” He suddenly said, sending a few shocked reactions through those armored guards.

They were staring at the ground watching it all unfold, ready to be told what to do.

“They are the ones who have signed to lay down their lives for the greater good of this country. But… if they are to die fighting against this country under those who wish to destroy it, will their entire purpose in life not be destroyed!?”

No one spoke a word as Malon continued. Isavior was taken aback, confused as to where the young man was going with this.

“Men!” He spoke directly to the knights now. “Despite your bravery, you are treated as though you are not human, and you are used to it… do you not have your own ambitions? Do you not wish for your family to say that you were once a courageous warrior who died fighting for his country? If you follow this path that you are currently on, they will say you died fighting for a maniac!”

The guards began to raise their heads. Some had widened eyes of realization and shock.

“You pledged to serve righteousness.” Malon said in a low tone, “When you leave your homes every day, your families, your children… you promise them that what you are doing is holy, and good! What will you say to them when you go against what you have sworn? What face will you have left to show them?”

The guards all looked at him with inspiration dancing in thier eyes and a warm feeling of trust swimming in thier hearts. Conviction began to bloom like a sunflower atop a valley.

“Fight for what’s right, not because it is easy… but because it is hard, and because it will create prosperity for the land you call home! If evil wins, their recollection of what happened may sound glorious to the ears of men, and even legendary in the heart of fools… but you have not sacrificed your life only to exchange it again for the admiration of those who you lived trying to defeat!

Turn around, men! Turn and fight!”

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Isavior looked around at the backs of the heads of the guards around him. Nervousness flooded his body as no guard attempted to move a single inch.

‘They are… still on my side?’ He questioned inwardly.

But then, every single knight surrounding Isavior abruptly turned and pointed their weapons at him.

“Stand down for the order of this nation!” They shouted with rage and determination, cornering the man in an instant.

The crowd roared with excitement as they saw this, and also Isavior’s defeated face.

Tyr slapped Malon on his back, smiling as he said: “That was one hell of a speech.”

Malon laughed, “I only spoke from my heart is all.”

“That’s what makes it great, Malon.” Hanzo retorted, walking forward beside the other two: “Now let’s retrieve this city from ruin…”

“Yeah.”

“No better time than now!”

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Author Note: Yo! I Hope you all enjoy this 15 chapter mass release. Of course, I have many more in the chamber. I’ve been grinding! If you want me to set more mass release goals, please support! I already have mass release goals in the synopsis.

Thanks! The latest next mass release will be next month, but im sure there will be many more to come this month as well…

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