"... I made a promise for a change, a revolution in the night
Like a flower, dark and blooming from my love, not light
I won't let them interfere, I won't allow them in my way
The world will know, the night will grow, it all begins today
Someday, somehow, I'll show this world, in time
Replace these clouds above, with shining sky!" The World[1]
"Is it yours?!"
I nodded silently to this question the local Wolverine asked, because the truth would be even more nonsense than Schnee writing about the uprising with an allusion to Belladonna and the faunus movement. When I saw the decorations of their den, I was even more convinced of what exactly I decided to give them.
I can't sing this myself, because my father's PR guys are dealing with me, not my own. And they will simply ruin the idea by trying to remove it from what it has a direct and immediate relation to. These dreams with songs were most often a reaction to what I was digging up about the local situation, whatever it concerned. And this song "came" to me when I was delving into the horrors of the Faunus problem for several days in a row. And according to our predictions, me and my Schizo both, it should burst like an abscess in the very near future. And the only thing that all my supposed experience in the past has given me is fucking songs! I still remembered almost nothing from the past, nothing significant, mostly all kinds of bullshit.
And yet, even remembering music from dreams and making something decent out of these memories is not the easiest, so I was proud of the work done and the complexity of the process. Weiss Schnee's knowledge, even as patchy as it is, happened to be very useful, she was quite a talented musician. And I was thinking more and more about giving up this idea of huntsmen career and just living as it is. I got everything I could want, really, what's left is to reach for it!
After I was identified by the entirely human Mei's brother, he kept frowning like a sulking mouse. So, I decided to break the ice, so to speak, and give them this revolution-inducing masterpiece. I asked to get the keys and was pleasantly surprised that the electronics had this hammer effect, without which it is not particularly pleasant to play for those who attach importance to the sound control of real piano. I played what I had rehearsed at home in order to give them a general feeling of what the melody should be, but at the same time I added vocals with the text that I remembered from the metal version. piano version[2]
After I nodded, confirming that this was my handiwork, Blaze's stare became unreadable, but Mei compensated for his complex emotions with her absolutely loving gaze. Her tail couldn't calm down, and I couldn't stop squinting at it.
I have never had this many vulgar thoughts. What did you do to me, moron? she said it with a doomed sigh of sorts.
I smiled at that, both internally and externally.
We're old enough really, it's time to be into girls, Weiss.
If it wasn't for you, I might've been into boys! Idiot!
I looked at the still unreadable and rather aesthetically pleasing Wolverine, that is, Blaze, and turned pale.
Save me O-Inari-kami-sama!
Who... Oh for... You'd understand if we had such feelings! What are you! Don't panic!
I'm not panicking for myself! We will have to be in the same room with him, and even, apparently, to support him in stuff. We'll be shipped! And he can also start caring for us or something, cus I'm very pro-Faunus, and our body is utterly gorgeous! They'll definitely ship us!
What is "to ship" in this context I wonder?
I threw away despair, or rather postponed it for the future. This allowed me to concentrate on the loving gaze of my foxie. Then, unable to resist, I obeyed her gaze and shortened the distance to make out, as we usually do, without being naughty much. But it is extremely clear to everyone around where this is going. This time, however, these were not complete strangers around, as in the clubs of Mantle we scouted, and of course we were not as alone as we wanted. Blaze grinned, showing his fangs, the other two faunus high-fived each other. One of them gave Mei a thumbs-up. I felt an odd sensation suffocating me, my eyes even started to burn, and my breath caught. I didn't immediately understand, but...
Don't cry! Don't cry, I say! You idiot!
It's all you! We need more friends! Klein, brother and Winter are the only other people with whom we had communication not for work, not for school or for some problem, and it's still better than everything you had before me! So it's your fault! I'm not crying because of this shit!
So don't cry!
I'm not crying!
And of course, without a doubt, all the pleasant emotions and warmth in the chest were spoiled by the brother-douche's decision to be douche.
"It doesn't change anything!" He folded his arms across his chest and pinned his sister with a look. "I know I can't tell you what to do, Mei, but this Schnee is just playing with you!"
"You haven't even told me your name, you moron,"
I started to speak in my perfectly icy tone, and the voice in my head suspiciously quieted down. I was broadcasting her thoughts, which surprisingly coincided with mine, and quite possibly that's why she fell silent.
"At least introduce yourself before you stick your nose into someone else's relationship. My father is Jacques Gele, yes, but I'm not at fault for his actions. If you think otherwise, then you and I have nothing to talk about. Your sister is getting it from all sorts of assholes about her faunus heritage, and she found a moral basis in herself, did not judge me for the sins of another person. And you're just the same asshole if you think I'm some evil fiend just because of the blood that flows in my veins."
"Bitch," the boy suddenly calmed down, having looked around at everyone present before and not finding anyone who would support him in this. "I'm out of here."
"Wait!" Blaze tried to stop him by the elbow, but he just shoved his drumsticks into my new business partner, hissed something and slammed the door on the way out.
"What is most surprising," after a short silence and scratching the back of my head, I decided to voice my thoughts and break this awkwardness, "is that he seems to be offended for you, even though you didn't need it. Am I right? If there's one thing you guys need, it's a good PR company and a bunch of hits. This is my professional conclusion."
Even Mei gave a laugh at my unflappable tirade, to say nothing of Blaze, who was in heaps of laughter and slapped me on the back - I remained standing only thanks to Aura, I think.
"It's all good, oh mighty professional with an irreplaceable opinion," he hugged me and poked me in the cheek with drumsticks clenched in his fist. "But who's going to play the drums until we convince Haruki?"
Why do I just have a very good feeling about his name, but I still want to, like, whack him with something?
Maybe his name sounds the same as the name of someone you knew before?
No, it's something else. Something not close, rather, like those pop songs that we will never give out to anyone, so as not to let evil into the world.
Yes, it feels like it. Only without evil and without songs. But yes, very similar.
"Weiss? Are you with us? Mantle calling Weiss!" Mei giggled in my ear.
I blinked, came back to reality, and noticed that Blaze didn't even think to stop poking me with drumsticks.
I shrugged, by that throwing off his hand, took away the damn sticks and twisted them a couple of times.
"Well, let's rock this joint?" I smiled rapaciously and, under the grumbling of my inner Schizo that she considers rock bands a waste of her talents, I approached the drum kit.
"You are opening up from new sides... Weiss," the stocky bass player, faunus with an excess of hair, extra round ears on top of his head and the same noticeable fangs as Blaze had, quietly confessed. "He just needs to cool down and think. Name's Fern Orson, by the way."
"You can call me Rudy, Rudy Adler," joined the one who had previously given Mei the thumbs up, absolutely opposite to his friend, thin and completely not carnivorous, but clearly much more stupid, because what he told me was very strange even for my almost absent ideas about faunus. "If this thing with the new album and PR works out, then I will give you my antlers after shedding. It's a deal!"
"Well, first of all, why the fuck would I need your antlers, you're not even a mountain goat or something, I won't be able to use them anywhere," I looked skeptically at his deer antlers and then turned my gaze to a deliberately upset face, he could barely restrain himself from giggling and it was noticeable. "And second, I will help you with the drum once, so don't get used to it. You will either have to look for a replacement, or something else, but it depends only on you. Verstehe?" they nodded, and I wiggled my ass to make it more comfortable. "Anyway, I won't be able to sing this particular song while my independence is so limited. So let's finally deal with the scores, okay?"
And we got down to business.
***
Jacques Schnee, Gelé before marriage, studied me with his piercing eyes and seemed extremely surprised.
At the beginning of the conversation, I insisted he turn off all possible recording devices and overall try to open up to some new information. Father reluctantly obeyed, but he did obey only because he's still my father, and Weiss did communicate with him more often than with her mother.
During my entire stay here, I saw Mother mostly either from behind in the corridor, or already somewhat drunk at the dinner table. In general, it was precisely because Jacques had a habit of communicating with his current heiress at least once every couple days that he realized I was not joking, and the thing I needed to relay seemed to be a serious matter.
Behind him, while he was sitting at his desk, was a family portrait - only white heads, except for him - he wasn't completely gray then. And on the side there's a bookcase with a lesser copy of a painting depicting Grandpa Schnee, peace be upon his ashes. Actually, for the sake of achieving, at least partially, this very peace to the ashes of Grandfather Nicholas, I have now laid out my plan to Father, and tried not to get busted. After all, this was only part of the main plan, so I don't really want him to learn of it's existance.
"Weiss, I didn't expect this from you..." he went silent for a moment and barely nodded to himself. "This kind of insight on the matter."
I didn't expect it from myself as well!
After speaking with people, both ordinary and faunus, down on Mantle, I really started to understand what's what. The Schnees were universally allowed to be dragged through shit in the press for reason number one, envy, and for reason number two, the illusion that nothing will happen to us because of that slander anyway, that's why there seemed to be that notion of what difference does it make if it's nonsense or not they're saying.
When I heard in one of the medium-sized clubs one random drunk faunus, who was seriously pushing onto everyone nearby that Jacques Schnee's favorite activity was raping faunus-youngsters from Mistral in the basement of his own house, then, firstly, I almost threw up, and secondly, a suspicion crept in that everything any of the nasty businessmen do anywhere at all, could be attributed to Schnee and not make real problems for anyone, but still create a terrible reputation for my family.
For the most part, there will be no actual problems, because Jacques is really scrupulous about his own actions, and to a slightly lesser extent, because we have a host of lawyers and PR people who, in the case of actual statements in the press, are capable of pluck out anyone's brain with a teaspoon.
So, such a smear, instead of real accusations and providing any sort of cases, has happened more than once or twice, and therefore I have a rather odd impression of it.
People invented all sorts of heresy about Schnee, because they literally didn't know anything about us. People saw Jacques Gelé as a man with a stick up his ass, and assumed that there was something behind this attitude, besides dubious deals with dubious people in order to achieve the Atlas monopoly, in general, and the Schnee corporation, in particular, in the field of dust technologies.
Yes, for the most part, the possibility of such deals brought no less shit into this world than the same violence against already mentioned faunus youngsters, but let's be honest - if these deals were not concluded by Schnee, then it would be another nimble monopolist.
And Atlas simply did not need a non-monopolist - after all, no matter what anyone said, this state was not just a corporate paradise, well, maybe hell, it depends, but also a fairly militarized society. One could try to imagine a situation in which everyone, at every link in the production chain, puts something in their pockets. When everyone, at every link in the production chain, is an unreliable element, and not only in terms of political unreliability, but even in terms of protection, not to mention little things like - they got the money, but they did the thing crooked.
That is, it's possible to impose laws on how labor should be protected within the framework of the constant threat of Grimm, and it is possible to impose laws on how labor should be paid, and it is also possible to fine or imprison everyone who does something bad, but this will not change human nature.
Besides, the experiment with a very dystopian Atlas has already been conducted in the past - it did not lead to anything good, except for the appearance of Semblances associated with mental abilities in many Atlasians. And whoever calls Atlas or Mantle a "kingdom" - the state is not called that if there is simply no king, and the aristocracy here is not about tangible preferences and a difference in rights with other residents, but mostly taking pride in the past and remnants of ties with each other, in some cases some family business.
And if it was possible to rely on the Schnee that the company would consistently deliver what it was told to deliver where it was told to deliver and take the soul out of those who fucked up, then in the case of different suppliers messing up here and there, perhaps even sabotage - the Atlas army would have had a choice - either to capture all the links of production under their command, which totally would've made everything thirty times worse, or it would be drowning in lawsuits with those who screwed up. And all that - discounting the possibility of sabotage. Therefore, when this whole system was settling down, something in between happened.
So it turned out that in Atlas, the relative monopoly of the Schnee in dust processing was not only not prohibited - it was supported by the Council, the army and all those who needed to do more with dust than just ammunition for the simplest weapons. Stable quality in a vital resource can do this to the economy, yes. Schnee dust was handled and processed in such a way that the slogan of the company "The Finest of them All" kept being the actual definition of this dust and products from it, and not just a PR bullshit.
Another thing is that the dust business helped to drag other types of money extraction into the corporation, thanks to the profitability and exclusivity of SDC in the eyes of those in power, and not someone else.
Weiss, even before me, was very well versed in the types of dust, in how to process and handle it in order to achieve the best results. And if people assessed the quality of our dust in such a way that it elevated the Schnee family above others, which, frankly, made my life better, then it wasn't so terrible.
No, the problem was something else.
The problem I provided my father with a solution to, was as simple as a brick.
People came up with all sorts of heresy about the Schnee, and even if every such case was not recorded and received a response, it still brought losses to the corporation, reducing profits by wild amounts from five to fifteen percent. It is impossible not to incur losses when people work with "don'wanna" in their heads, because there is no corporate culture and support anywhere except some office departments. Even in the office, it was more of a spontaneous thing, than some achievement through the efforts of top management.
When a bunch of faunus on Mantle just doesn't know anything good about their employer, except for rumors about not the most clean deals with the dust mining companies in Mistral and Vale, and some obvious nonsense from the propaganda of the new "White Fang". And therefore it was very easy to persuade them to the side of the terrorists with whom those faunus had at least something in common. Hence the losses during the attacks on our trains, and losses due to strikes at the mines, and losses due to the banal dislike of the Schnee on the ground.
My father, when trying to solve this problem, at some point was definitely offered to make a documentary about how he was all ordinary and together with the people, but he only twirled his finger at his temple - Weiss was then present at the meeting and was surprisingly ready to support her father in this. Because he and our whole family have never been ordinary. Which, in fact, was obviously the right decision - it would have been visible how fake is this movie at the very start of it, and the presence of our semi-functioning family would've made everything even more pathetic. We are, without a doubt, very curious people, but it would be impossible to show our real selves.
The movie about Grandpa Nicholas - I could totally get that, there were lots of adventures, and the full Indiana Jones franchise would be green of jealousy, for real. And I can totally say for sure that grandpa kept diaries - if someone dug into them and made a good plot out of it, while not screwing up the costumes and fights with Grimm, then it would be the best PR of the century. I'm definitely not going to do this - my qualification for organizing something like this was already quite questionable during that recent extremely short-lived co-production of the musical. Creative people are very fun, but I spent more nerves on them than on the assassination attempt by White Fang, to be honest. And that's the whole movie!
In general, I decided to kill two birds with one stone.
"Weiss, I understand correctly, you're giving up the inheritance in favor of Whitley, but you don't want anyone to know about it in order to find the... subordinates and partners, who are against me?
My bet was that he was narcissistic and sociopathic enough to believe in my outburst of altruism. Still, Weiss really suffered lfrom it before, so it was kinda beliveable. People like Jacques, according to my calculations, have always relied very much in their dishonesty on the decency of other people. He achieved what someone else would not have achieved, if they had more morality in the soul, precisely because others were not like him, and not because everyone was the same, and he was just better than them.
No, without decent people, such as Grandfather Nicholas, who gather people around themselves due to charisma, talent and competence, the company of mining and processing lead by Shnee would've never appeared, simple. But without such an attitude to business, the ability to bypass, slip past the restrictions and give customers what they need, while getting the maximum profit - this company would never have become an Empire.
"Yes. Father, I've been thinking a lot about what the growing influence of this new White Fang might lead to..."
"Not surprising after that attempt on you and Winter," the man nodded and rubbed his chin.
"Yes," I nodded slowly in response and continued. "Have you seen the figures, how much losses we are approximately incurring due to bad PR? I want to fix this, and as a future Grimm Hunter, I can take a possible blow on myself if the radicals from the Fang don't like my methods. I suggest not to talk about the change of heir to anyone, maybe even to Whitley himself, you never really know."
"Do not agree with this, he is a capable boy, he understands," Jacques was already halfway to accept my offer, since he had started about the particulars. "But what do I need this for?"
"You can't put all your eggs in one basket, isn't that what people say?" I answered the question with a question. "We're on the same side a priori because we're family," I said firmly. "But they will see it as your possible weakness. And my willfulness, in their opinion, can result in the collapse of the Corporation if I become the main shareholder, and, accordingly, in their ability to profit from this collapse. That is, all those who are openly against you will try to kill us both, this will continue as usual, but those who are probably behind all this at least partially, but do not openly oppose you, will want to somehow test the ground. With all that, this willfulness of mine will allow us to do a kind of rebranding of our family in the eyes of the public."
"Yes, you already told me about... rumors."
"This is disgusting, Father!" I just exploded with indignation, which made Jacques wince, but he didn't say anything, apparently realizing that not everyone is the same frostbitten fish like him. "They drag our name through dirt, but we can't control it in any way, because we provide the press with some empty formalities about us. Well, also some dry lines about where you sent the donations, and what it should help."
"Every quarter we make donations, and my people already show the dynamics of the impact of these actions, and news about them of course, on those figures you mentioned about losses due to bad PR," Jacques leaned his elbows on the countertop and cupped his hands under his nose. "You think this... arbitrary action of yours, could allow us to reduce these losses?"
"In the long term, about right, the short-term - clarification needed," I instantly got my bearings and continued. "I don't have enough data, and I tried to look it up quietly, without involving your top management. Say, if I go to the mine and show how everything really is there..."
He opened his mouth to interrupt, but I closed my eyes and raised my palm.
"Wait, please, listen to the rest," I settled myself more comfortably in the chair and continued. "So, even if there is something that doesn't meet the standards of the Mantle legislation, Father, it is not the fault of the Schnee family, it is the fault of the local top management, right? This is recorded in our local legal acts, and the tops are always punished. That is, if something is wrong there, or something could be improved, and I notice it - I am the heir to it all in their eyes, and because something gets better not only on the ground, but also in their heads when they understand that I actually delve into the problems of ordinary workers. You understand how these people think, Dad, they think that you need to oppress faunus because they are faunus, and not because some jerk from your management is a racist, and therefore he has his local customs, and nothing could've been done, because of the inability to convey the beginning of any harassment to the higher management. And so it stays this way."
"Racism is unprofitable," Jacques chuckled and leaned back in his chair, finally ceasing to remind me with his pose of some Gendo, whoever it was. "Let's put it like this, I can hardly do anything with the partners. They are not subject to the laws of Mantle, and once you understand exactly what is happening..."
"This is not our problem, this is the problem of Vale and Mistral," I shuddered internally when I said this, but he would not accept anything else. "Father, this is an opportunity for me to gain experience for the further Grimm Huntsman activities, take a look at other branches of the company, try my hand at it, maybe. I don't know what life was like when Grandpa Nicholas handed over the reins to you, and I understand that his attitude towards the company was different. But I also understand that without your approach to doing business, all these technologies that surround us, would've never been in common accessibility for everyone.
"You're right, Weiss," his tone was pleased, which didn't seem surprising.
And I wasn't even flattering, I was just embellishing.
Jacques chewed his moustache in obvious thoughtfulness - for some reason this action made my heart skip a beat, as if it reminded me of something painfully nostalgic and at the same time good, probably something from a past life, but it was hard to remember.
"Yes, you're right," he continued. "Whitley is not interested in the huntsmen activities, quite possibly due to his lack of talent for it, but you need to understand, Weiss, you will be drawn into an extremely dubious game between me and those who are against me. And I still doubt that you need to go to the Beacon Academy, to Vale. We have..."
"I'm already involved in it, the only difference is that I'll be able to actually influence this game. And I don't like Ironwood. Look what he's done to Winter's loyalty!"
My voice was very hard when I said it, because I really didn't like him very much, even with all the radiance produced by Winter in all possible ranges, when she talked about her boss and his authoritarian ways.
Maybe she has some kind of "father complex", I have no idea, but staying on the coldest continent, in a not very pleasant and diverse contingent for training in a local version of a university for adventurer fighters, when there is a very real opportunity to avoid it, is somehow not for me. Becoming the Atlas Specialist is for those who adore discipline, and in the future wouldn't be able to do anything with it but military or my father's business. I'm under all the pressure here, and it's too much. But a free flight of sorts, that could let me try to dissociate myself from this dog shit pile of dust extraction business, and it's just the greatest option, really.
Still, I was not going to put my whole life and the lives of my loved ones on the meager chance that I could somehow fix the situation so that everything would turn on its head, no, such changes and so quickly - won't ever be the result of simple reforms. And "of the past let us wipe the slate clean" is certainly a curious concept, but not when you and your family are at risk of direct, let's say, molecular wipe, especially if the adherents of this concept are successful.
In the worst case scenario, of those that sorta suit me, I'd love to just receive interest from shares and preferences when buying dust, and tell everyone, who has qualms against me because of the SDC's doings, to fuck off, at least until I get on my feet.
The best outcome, of course, it would be quite nice to really change something for ordinary workers and middle management. Thanks to a huge layer of knowledge about the development of various corporations from all past lives - and the little that I remembered from all that knowledge, I understood, since we are not in some kind of feudalism, where people were told to do something - then they grumbled, but they still obeyed, it is necessary to improve corporate culture and raise trust in the Schnee inside the corporation itself in the first place.
No, this is totally not feudalism, there is actual international law, complex legislation and the understanding of the importance of human rights - there are not as many people in the world to commit the same horror show that befell, for example, some African countries as a result of colonial history.
And these Grimm... They're attracted by bad emotions, and bad emotions - totally happen if you gather a lot of people as slaves and try to force them to work. That's why Mantle had such laws. Within the legislative framework of Mantle, the Schnee corporation never actually carried out any malicious violations of the law at all, but the partners from Mistral and Vale...
My father understood perfectly well that in more populous countries, where hunters were free birdies, and not subordinates of the country itself and its laws, all these things with human rights and labor aren't as respected by them, because there was no strict hierarchy or quarterly inspections, there was no need for a swarm of lawyers who must protect against everyone. In the Atlas, the whole mafia was drug smuggling, but Vale, Mistral, and even more so Vacuo, these countries were simply teeming with hunters who did not belong to anyone. Father's mistake was to get into such shit in the first place, but since I was in danger of getting this shit on me in case of his death... And such a development of events is very likely with the amount of hatred that accumulates on the name "Schnee" alone, thanks to shit in the press, stupid rumors and creepy partners from other countries.
Well, the immediate problem was me inheriting this stuff, and then it would be impossible to get away from responsibility. So, I went out of my way, but managed to structure out everything that I'd like to change, and what I knew for sure that would benefit the whole operations, just needs to be calibrated. And in order for Jacques not to think that I'm itching to take his place, and that's why I want to gather all those who are dissatisfied with him and assemble my coalition, or I'm doing this only to clear my name, and not for the company, I proposed to refuse my inheritance in favor of Whitley.
Victory from all sides, as for me, but my father - I understood this from bare skepticism in his eyes - needed numbers. That's why, with a sigh, I took out a folder with calculations - paper, because I didn't need any electronic trace in such things - and leaned over the table.
Jacques Gele, Schnee after marriage, couldn't stop his eyebrows from creeping up, and leaned forward.
At that moment, I began to wonder if it could prompt him not to let me refuse being heiress. But then I pushed these stupid thoughts away - Whitley is his favorite anyway, as far as the boy seems like his copy, and he constantly follows Father around. So I continued explanations, backed up with calculations and schemes, not just the emotional message and an appeal to some frostbitten moral shoots somewhere in the depths of my father's soul.
He wasn't a racist, that's for sure. He was just a sociopathic asshole who couldn't stand change - after all, why break something that already works?
All my insides - and even Weiss's voice joined in, especially after all the thinking through and communicating with ordinary residents of Mantle and Atlas - said that change was simply necessary. Otherwise, we will all be swept away by the wave that will be born out of the Faunus discontent, of those oppressed, unable to ensure the future of their children, having lost trust and connection with others, also people, just without animal traits and abilities.
I couldn't wait for these changes - it promised a loss of control over few that I had, so, no. I had to take at least something into my own hands.
And if for this I need to make a deal with someone who helped to make this whole mess, and he doesn't even understand how bad everything is, relying on the strength of the Atlasian army, then I'll make this fucking deal. After all, the uniqueness of my position is that I won't just be able to find people who are against my father, no, I will be able to find dirt on him and his partners.
And Whitley... The little brother had a head on his shoulders and some quality sass available, so a little training - and he won't get lost. And I'll make sure that all the shit falls on Father.
After all, quite recently I remembered a moment from Weiss' life, for which I personally, if I were Willow, would have killed this Jacques with the help of a Deathstalker summon and said that it was like this before she came into the room. Grimm, they're like that, you know. They appear out of nowhere, disappear into nowhere, yeah. Jacques told my mother that he married her only for her name, and he did it on Weiss' tenth birthday, right in front of her and Winter.
I can understand, although I don't really want to, the principle of a marriage of convenience, but I think if my mother had not lost the legal rights to represent her children on the Board of Directors as heirs of Grandfather Nicholas' shares, and that happened because of her absolutely non-accidental alcoholism, then such speeches from him would not have been happening, that's for sure. Nicholas's shares were divided into grandchildren and a child, and absolutely should not have been given to Jacques alone for use. And it's a common knowledge, that it's possible to push through decisions in the Board of Directors of a Corporation with most controlled shares - this worked both in the past world - there I've only heard about it and never was participant, because I had an extremely indirect relationship with any corporations - and in this world.
Jacques Schnee became the boss man of the most influential company after my grandfather's death.
And I was going to lay out some straw for this fall before taking on drastic changes to anything in this sewer hole. It will be absolutely hilarious when he helps me to crush himself, guided by what I've told him here. It remains only one thing, not to make much mistakes, and somehow solve the issue of getting experience in fighting these damn Grimm.
Everything will not go exactly as I'd like it to, if it turns out that I don't have the guts for such an activity. Though there shouldn't be any significant problems - the thought of an upcoming outing to the Wall makes me somehow excited, and not piss my panties. That alone makes it not as bad as it seems, not anymore, so I'll probably see it through.
[1] https://youtu.be/2RBazTfpybw
[2] https://youtu.be/1N45kCVZWAU