"Fine, I'll try! You'll never control me!"
Koza gritted his teeth. To prove that this was nothing more than manipulation, he immediately drew a deep breath and tried to raise his right hand high, exposing Vivi's lie.
But the instant he exerted himself—
"Urgh!"
Koza's expression changed drastically, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.
To his horror, he discovered that his right arm felt as though millions of tons of lead had been poured into it.
No matter how hard he gritted his teeth or strained every muscle in his body, his right hand seemed welded to the ground. He could not lift it even a millimeter.
He was not the only one. Several diehard members of the Rebel Army nearby, who had been shouting the loudest earlier, now could not raise their arms even a fraction, no matter how hard they tried.
Because deep in their hearts, they truly did not recognize Vivi as their queen.
Under the law of the scales governing Vivi's ability, denial by the soul meant absolute deprivation of the body.
At that moment, those who did not sincerely submit were denied even the right to feign obedience.
"Why? Why is this happening?"
Koza slumped to his knees, staring in bewilderment at the woman atop the royal carriage.
He did not understand the point of what Vivi was doing. Raising his hand would clearly mean supporting her.
Did she refuse to accept even false support?
"In this world, having the right to choose comes at a price."
Vivi looked down over the entire gathering. Golden sunlight fell across her cold, austere suit, lending her an inviolable solemnity and sanctity.
"If the scales ultimately tip toward me, then those who reject me and refuse to recognize me will be judged at that moment. Because purging