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Chapter 122 – Conversation with a Warmonger (2)

“It will get worse. If possible, I can only pray that the time when you, Churchill-sama, are called upon never comes.”

When choosing the words I wove for Churchill, spoken with the knowledge of history from my previous life, I decided on something a little theatrical.

“Pray that I am never called upon, hmm. That is intriguing.”

Ignoring my blunt declaration that things would worsen, he smiled faintly again at the different words.
But that kind of perspective is what makes him Churchill.

“Yes. But I assure you, I mean no hidden implication by it.”

“Ah, of course, I understand. Still, will there really come a time when I am called upon? After all, I’ve just lost an election.”

“I think it will be a period of lying low for a while. If it comes, it will be