East Africa, like Africa as a whole in relation to the rest of the world, was a wilderness of civilization. The brilliant civilization of ancient Egypt alone had upheld the long river of Africa's civilized history.
Yet Ernst had never considered Egypt part of Africa. Whenever he thought of Africa, he instinctively excluded all of North Africa. The boundless Sahara Desert was like a Milky Way, dividing the entire continent into two worlds.
The indigenous inhabitants of the East African plains were not part of the civilized world in Ernst's eyes. They were too wild and unrestrained, to the point that Ernst felt they had melded into the vast African continent itself.
In good conscience, Ernst had not wished to disrupt the way of life in which the natives had danced with beasts for countless centuries.
But even without Ernst, other colonizers would have shattered this continent's tranquility. Thus, Western colonizers were the true destroyers of this world.
They had forcibly dragged Africa into the gears of the world. Before their arrival, these natives had possessed no conception of human society. Like the animals of the East African plains, they followed the law of the weak being prey to the strong, with truly simple minds; what they possessed was the most primitive and savage way of thinking.
Yet the colonizers bestowed upon the natives' world every evil deed of the so-called civilized world—lies, deceit, selfishness, greed, and more.
But they alone refused to enlighten them, refused to pass on the great ideas and fine virtues of humanity's sages.
Of course, Ernst was no good man either. Having been whipped by society for decades, he was an old hand, and his heart was black as coal.
Now, Ernst intended to utterly erase all traces that these natives had ever existed in