It was a normal day for me as I was holed up in my room one day.

I was writing my reasearch paper about magic formula's and function while my other free hand brings food on my mouth.

The reason Im doing this is to get recognition and become an imperial mage,which will bring pride and joy to my family and friends.

Or so I believed.

"- Sir you better get going inside now." 

The soldier's voice brought me back to reality.

"....."

"...."

I stood there for a few seconds.

"....Why did you do that sir?"

"....Did what?"

"Stealing the reasearch of Sir Hanz."

Me? Steal other people's work?

Ah...

I remember now.

Sir Hanz Shneider of the west.

He was the guy who stole my work and published it before I could turn mine.

"hahaha....Ha..HAHhahaha" 

What a joke.

"....Get in before I punch you right now." The other soldier looked at me like I was a criminal..no.To him, who is a common soldier with no knowledge on how polotics work then I am really a criminal.

"Stop..he is still a noble,and a researcher at that."

"Tsk,no wonder he wasn't executed."

Is being arrested for something I didn't do called mercy?

Then death means forgiveness.

As I walk inside the tiny cell I answered the man.

"Listen here,the reason I'm here is because of the system we have is twisted and corrupt.You who is a soldier cant do sh*t about them who's on top.They will continue doing what they want as long as they keep themselves on top.Now think, do you want this to change or not? It is you common people, the citizens who will decide yoir own fate.Nobles are just small amount of people who feed on you who is smaller and greater in number." 

I grabbed the iron bar as I started talking fast.

The soldier looks stunned as I continue my monologue.

I don't even know what I wanted to tell this people.

"Come on let's leave this guy alone."

"Yes"

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"....."

In the end people only care about themselves.