After they finished talking about Gloria, Angel asked about the situation in the Tidal Realm.
Sanders's expression turned slightly strange. "Not bad. I just saw a lot of old fellows whose words didn't match their hearts."
"Old fellows whose words didn't match their hearts?"
Under Angel's curious questioning, Sanders hesitated briefly before explaining.
They had now arrived at the Wildstone Wasteland, but they had not followed Angel's route. Along the way, they had detoured through several Elemental Territories.
Everywhere they went, Rhein would engage in friendly, sincere, and "frank" exchanges with the local monarchs and sages.
Under the intimidation of Witch's Confession, monarchs and sages from every region revealed their true colors. Many who appeared cold and aloof on the outside were completely different inside. That was what it meant for one's words not to match one's heart.
In Jon's words, their mouths said no while their bodies were honest.
For instance, the monarch of Toothpull Desert—Sandstorm Sandstorm. Rumor had it that he was eccentric, arbitrary, and stubborn, that he imposed all manner of harsh rules upon Toothpull Desert, and anyone who failed to follow them would be locked in a sand prison. He was like a tyrannical despot.
But in truth, Sandstorm Sandstorm suffered from severe persecution delusions.
Under Witch's Confession, every time Sandstorm Sandstorm spoke, things would take a bizarre turn. For example:
"We hope to reach a consensus with Your Highness Sandstorm. May I ask what Your Highness intends?" Rhein asked sincerely.
Sandstorm Sandstorm pondered, stirring up endless wild sands. "It can be considered. —Consider my ass! This old fellow is a powerful human. How could the strong possibly care about anyone else's opinions? He's here to harm me! He wants to invade the desert! He'll throw me into the sea and turn me into a lump