Deity's Ritual

"This is such a hassle! How could a Blood Sacrifice be dragged out so tediously? What kind of Evil God can't even do something as simple as issuing a Divine Decree and having a bunch of crazy followers kill themselves? What the hell kind of Evil God is that? For a Blood Sacrifice, she even has to 'lure over' a batch of followers and control their minds. If you ask me, this sort of... gulp... cult is simply an embarrassment to all Evil Gods!"

Swallowing a tender chunk of rabbit meat in one bite, Kane casually began loudly mocking Smile's church.

Perhaps in his view, a so-called "church" absolutely brainwashing its followers was a simple, basic skill. Fanatics ought to be mass-produced like canned pork on an assembly line.

As for Kane's understanding, Punk, who stood solemnly and impassively beneath a large tree nearby, merely shook his head without comment.

The caster had no interest in responding to the knight's complaint, because in his view, Kane's mockery was nothing but meaningless speculation.

Without sufficient knowledge, the Legendary Knight clearly did not understand gods well enough. Even Smile, that "little girl" who had become the God of Red Sands less than ten thousand years ago, might only possess a superficial understanding of the group known as "gods."

One had to know that, to a god, "followers" were always troublesome things that had to be carefully managed. Reducing their numbers was exceedingly difficult, and increasing their numbers was just as difficult. Fanatics in particular had to be cultivated from childhood, and once a group of fanatics had been raised, getting rid of them was no easy matter either.

This had nothing to do with how good a church was at fooling people, nor did it have much to do with how easily