He was no longer the same paladin who, back then, would see Lynn stirring up trouble, rush over swinging his sword, and shout about wiping out all evil.
Nor was he the same person who, after Lynn had talked him into a corner, kept questioning and doubting things alongside him, then looked delighted whenever he saw Lynn actually accomplish something.
He had grown up a little, too.
The world he dreamed of was something he could never achieve in his lifetime.
The freedom Lynn had proposed was already an extremely progressive goal, one that would take a long time to reach.
That was why Gerd had stayed silent for more than half a year.
A few days ago, he had come up with a Nuclear bomb.
A Nuclear bomb of Cultural Propaganda.
The idea was that people of every class had reasons they couldn't afford to fall down the social ladder. Everyone was forced to keep running, unable to stop.
The old society, riddled with evil, had a Killing Line for almost everyone.
Even nobles were subject to it.
The articles explained in detail how some nobles ended up as slaves, and how people who weren't even nobles themselves could enslave them.
Lower-ranking nobles might encounter a bad harvest in a year of famine and have to sell their land and people if they ran out of money.
What would happen if they didn't sell?
Then, of course, they'd have no money.
Unable to maintain appearances, they would be looked down on and excluded from their circles.
Then they would lose access to resources and continue to be attacked by others.
The same logic applied all the way up the social ladder.
Grand Duke Lynn was simply too high-ranking, but even he had faced this situation.
His family wouldn't give