Satisfying the varied line of questions from journalists and reporters of the press and the event being broadcasted to the online sphere without any hiccups, Ada considered the conference a success. Ada vocalized what she wanted to, and her words acted as further comfort and trust for everyone - this was her intent after all.

  No sooner had the conference concluded than Ada took her leave. She never had the easiest of access to make her departure as the press blocked her path like an obstacle course with the intent of asking more questions. Despite the hectic and busy endeavors that came with leading the country, the press never failed to overdo their idiosyncrasies.

  Though they invaded her personal space with the intent for answers to their questions, Ada never once dropped her ‘mask’ and politely passed by them. Freeing herself from the press by entering a parked sedan, Ada had bid everyone farewell with a gentle wave goodbye.

  “Phew, those damn journalists can be such a pain,” As she sluggishly threw herself on the ash-brown leather seats of the moving vehicle, Ada remarked. “They really have no consideration for my time.”

  “Tsk, it pissed me off seeing those reporters forcing themselves in your personal space to get more answers. You already fed them, so why couldn’t they accept it like good dogs?” Sitting behind the driver’s wheel and chauffeuring Ada was Charlotte Garcia, responding to Ada with similar frustration. “Sigh, at least those dogs will spread your words to the people.”

  “Fufu, I’m in a good mood, so I’m not too upset with them,” Ada responded. “I’ve let the people realize my sovereign self is what they should depend on. I’m the woman…the god that they must depend on with all they have.”

  “Ah, seeing you receiving all this much deserved success truly brings a tear to my eyes,” Her statement was not a mere metaphor, as the visibly moved Charlotte wiped away her teary eyes as she drove. “I can’t wait to see how you’ll rebuild and change this country to your vision.”

  “Fufu, I’m just as excited as you, but I think you’re missing a crucial event that needs to be completed beforehand,” Ada replied. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, my dear, Charlotte.”

  “Huh? What do you mean, madam?”

  “Despite all the damage I’ve inflicted on those pesky S-Class criminals, they still exist…not to mention the criminal organization I spoke about in the conference. I won’t build my utopia without first eliminating any nuisances,” Ada explained. “I will finish them as soon as possible…and the developer.”

  * * *

  Exerting complete control over the populace took nothing more than Ada’s silver tongue, but she never spouted empty words. The former president and the country’s defense had promised the death of the criminals plaguing the country, but failed to produce any meaningful results.

  Despite the exaggerated perception of self-importance Ada feels over everyone to the point of arrogance, she was far from an idiot. To once again display her superior competence over the president before her, and to keep true to her word, Ada wasted no time to prepare for the final gambit against the criminals.

  The first evidence of her plans was the second generation of the Anti-Blessed Malefactor Corp, where the super soldiers congregated on military grounds. The trained combatants stood in formation, not producing an ounce of noise and leaving the ambient wind to be all that was audible.

  They weren’t simply robots, as some had the occasional side glances…as if they were anticipating something. The wind ceased to be all that was heard, as the super soldiers’ attention was diverted to the direction of rhythmic footsteps. The sound’s magnitude increased in loudness, suggesting the cause for these footsteps drew closer in proximity.

  The one behind those footsteps was the blessed hunter, the Queen Deathbringer, as she slowly revealed herself by departing the heart of the military base. Her arrival was met by the sudden shift of the soldier’s demeanors, as they observed the blessed hunter with a mixture of visible contempt and curiosity.

  The deathbringer took position in front of the formation, clearly representing the reason why the super soldiers were gathered in the first place. Everyone embraced the return of silence as the Queen Deathbringer coldly gazed at the group before her.

  “Good day, super soldiers of the Anti-Blessed Malefactor Corp. I am codenamed ‘Queen Deathbringer,’” Breaking the silence, the blessed hunter introduced herself. “I will be quick to not take up your time…and I’m sure you already heard too. I’ve been recommended by our president to act as Chief of Defense in the Anti-Blessed Malefactor Corps…does anyone have any questions?”

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  “Yeah, what the hell type of tricks did you play to get the president to recommend you?” Without any hesitation, a male super soldier spoke up. He was a young man in his early to mid twenties with a muscular frame, as his biceps could be seen through the snow white military uniform he wore as a super soldier. His choice of fashion was rather bizarre, as he had a spiky, black, modern mohawk which complemented his chiseled facial structure. It wouldn’t have been a stretch to call him handsome despite the weird haircut choice, if it weren’t for the massive scar he possessed on the right side of his face.

  “Hmm? You don’t think I’m fit to be the leader?” The Queen Deathbringer questioned. “Judging by the scar on your face, you must be pretty strong. What’s your name?”

  “Heh, you must take me for a trash ass super soldier like you, huh?” The mohawked super soldier retorted. “My codename is Mohawk. I’m one of the strongest here.”

  “You have a codename, huh. If they’re still keeping the old ways, you must really be one of the strongest super soldiers here,” The blessed hunter acknowledged. They still are pretty basic with their naming sense, huh. “You are aware I also received a codename, so why are you calling me trash?”

  “Why am I calling you trash? Are you really asking that?” Mohawk questioned. “You’re a part of the previous group that got massacred by two guys! What else would you be other than trash!?”

  It was clear his sentiment was shared among his comrades, as his response was met by the soft chuckles of the group.

  “Fair enough, but the new gen doesn’t look as unbeatable as you’re implying,” The Queen Deathbringer replied. “Two second gen super soldiers died recently, failing to protect a cargo train with super soldier serums, after all.”

  “Tsk, they were freaking weak! Those losers don’t compare to the rest of us!” The super soldier yelled. “They especially don’t compare to me!”

  “Seems that there isn’t a big sense of camaraderie here, huh. Well, that makes sense, since you guys became the second gen not too long ago,” The Queen rationalized. “Sigh, it doesn’t seem like we’ll come to an agreement with words alone.”

  “Hmm? And how do you propose this argument to come to an agreement, Ms. Deathbringer?” Mohawk sarcastically asked.

  “You all are clearly negative about me becoming the Chief, as you think I’m not worthy,” The Queen said. “Who wants to challenge me then? I’ll reject the position if I lose even once, despite the president being the one who recommended me.”

  What started with the confused expressions of super soldiers who gazed at one another ended with eyes filled with excitement and many hands raised in the air, including Mohawk’s.

  “You gotta start with me first,” Mohawk commented with a devious smirk. “I was the one who called you out, after all.”

  The Queen couldn’t believe her eyes. So many candidates with the aspiration of challenging her, even after knowing the blessed hunter was a part of the strongest super soldiers of the first generation. She could only watch blandly at her potential challengers, and all she could think about was the series of events which led to this.

  The reason Ada requested this position from her.

  “You want me to become the Chief for the new Anti-Blessed Malefactor Corps?” “Sigh, I appreciate the offer, Madam President, but I doubt I’m the right person for this.”

  “My dear, that’s nonsense. Not only were you one of the most powerful super soldiers, you are one of the only surviving members of the previous group,” Ada explained. “You have over a decade of experience as a high level super soldier…who else would be more right for the position than you?”

  “...Yes, I am one of the only surviving super soldiers,” The Queen replied with an obvious sullen expression. “There would have been more…survivors…if I wasn’t too reckless.”

  Hearing the clear pain in her voice, Ada found it right to close the proximity between herself and the super soldier. Much to the Queen Deathbringer’s surprise, Ada plopped herself on the hospital bed beside her.

  “Sigh, you shouldn’t beat yourself up about the death of your subordinates. It was the work of those sick criminals,” Ada comforted as she gently grabbed her hand. “You tried your hardest to protect the country and your allies…you were not at fault.”

  “They…were more than just my allies. I’ve come to realise I developed a close bond with them…closer than all my other super soldier comrades,” The Queen Deathbringer muttered as she held her head down. “But…they died because of my poor decisions. I’m inadequate to be the chief.”

  “Hmph, I understand your feelings, but you’re looking at things too negatively. Instead of dwelling on the mistakes you’ve made, use what you’ve experienced to grow,” Ada suggested. “Prove to yourself that you can finally become a good leader!”

  “...I,”

  “C’mon, are you trying to say I’m wrong in who I recommended?”

  That was the sum of her recollection, as the Queen Deathbringer was brought to her senses by the impatient yells of Mohawk.

  “Hey! What are you spacing out for!?” Mohawk angrily yelled. His ire was matched by the annoyed gazes of the other super soldiers. “Are you chickening out after coming up with that deal!?”

  “...Sigh, no. Come at me, Mohawk. I’ll fight you first,” Regaining her focus on the men before her, the Queen Deathbringer stated. “You don’t have to worry about property damage here…so ensure to fight me seriously.”

  “Heh! That’s the first time you sound somewhat respectable, senior!”