章 45: The Siege of Aslan Dukedom

"Who exactly is the stable boy?" I inquired. "How is it that I'm unfamiliar with him?"

"The stable boy is you, Master," Dea replied.

"But my life wasn't filled with such sorrow and tragedy."

"It's merely propaganda crafted for media consumption," Dea explained. "It doesn't need to be factual or real, just engaging. In this age, people heavily rely on editing and filters. Sometimes, after all the alterations, even parents can hardly recognize their own children. But I believe it's acceptable in the current context. Editing up to a 90% deviation from reality is tolerable, as long as a sliver of truth, a mere 10%, remains intact"

Chuckling, I responded, "It seems the so-called stable boy didn't meet his end but is rather luxuriating in a ducal suite bath." I chastised myself internally for not grasping the concept of propaganda sooner.

"So, what's been the reaction of the new Lightweaver citizens?"