"Hahahaha! Interesting! This is truly too interesting! What do these religious nutjobs have in their heads? Shit? They actually want to rely on some so-called divine will to get me to help them fight a religious war. What wishful thinking!"
Allen laughed as he tossed the letter onto the table, his tone filled with undisguised contempt and mockery.
Honestly, he had never understood just how bizarre the thought processes of people who believed in gods that did not even exist could be.
Especially that lofty tone in the letter—it was practically as if they were bestowing charity upon him.
Anyone unaware of the situation would have thought Allen was the one begging them for an alliance.
"Um... my lord, isn't this a little inappropriate? You must know, the god worshipped by Holy City Rapona has considerable influence among the common people," the fat middle-aged man cautiously reminded him.
But Allen merely shrugged. "What's there to fear? If they dare incite rebellion on my territory, I'll march straight to the Holy City, drag the ringleaders out of the city, and hang them in public. As for those idiots who take part in the uprising, throw them and their families into the mines as laborers."
In an instant!
The fat man broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes filled with terror upon hearing those words.
Because he knew that the ruler he served was not merely making threats. He would truly put them into action.
Some people had previously refused to submit to his rule and tried to stir up trouble. Their entire families, young and old, had been arrested and thrown into the mines, forced to work day and night until every last one of them died from exhaustion.
After that brutal Great Purge, not a single town or village