EIGHT PM, NIGHT OF THE GALA.
INSIDE THE VENUE.
Luckily, they all seem to lose interest in me and focus on bickering among themselves, with Amane Riko still acting as a referee of sorts.
Thank God.
Soon, we are all ushered to our seats while the host—a male alpha, one of Mitarashi Nobu’s descendants—handles the introduction and moves into the heart of the event.
His speech emphasized on the importance of omega rights and human liberty. But looking at the faces of the elites that he’s speaking to— he might as well be talking to stone.
The times have changed, yet everything is the same.
No one cares for the minority.
Omegas are still out of sight, and out of mind.
Though, I do respect the significance of this event.
His entire speech barely takes twenty minutes.
As expected o
