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When the voices of the four Archbishops of Sin were broadcast to every corner of the Gate City, how did the residents in the shelters react?
Terror?
Anger?
Unease?
Anxiety?
Or perhaps all of the above?
Because the voices of those four Archbishops of Sin were all filled with malice that centered solely around themselves, rejecting everything and everyone other than themselves.
That malice made people feel as though their entire bodies were turning cold, exactly as the words implied.
It felt as though their hearts had fallen into the enemy's hands, to be squeezed and crushed at will, making even breathing difficult.
But the other side did not give them much time to dwell on that feeling.
"Feel honored, scraps of meat. Your rotten heads are worse than bugs, and your ears are nothing more than decorations, yet you get to hear the voices of four Archbishops of Sin at once. What a grand broadcast, what a huge benefit, what a wonderful gift, right?"
Capella's voice rang out again. As always, she sounded as though she were toying with everyone, while wet slapping sounds accompanied her words like applause.
"I won't waste time on nonsense. No matter how much I say, your ant-sized brains won't understand much anyway, so we'll just unilaterally declare the rules of our game."
Capella spoke as though she were doing them a kindness, making a statement that shook everyone to their core.
"Simply put, we have a few tiny requests and hope you can fulfill them. I'd like to say that scraps of meat like you have no right to refuse, but since these are the game rules, let's call them conditions instead. Please grant the wishes of the four of us, all right?"
Despite her words, there was not the slightest hint