"Now is the time. Let us reclaim the traditions of our ancestors!"
"From the very moment we first stood united beneath the Goddess of Light."
"That word has vanished from our culture for tens of thousands of years."
"But I know it will never truly vanish from our culture."
"Ever since our race defeated the Devil Race in the eastern campaign fifty thousand years ago, our fate has been inseparable from it."
"Fellow compatriots!"
"It is the call of our ancestors: never let the Barbarians cross the Dark Mountains. Just as the brave warriors and holy knights did in the naval battle at Crimson Cliffs, during the long-passed golden age of the Saintess."
"In every corner of this world, there is that cry, gathered from human tongues, Elven tongues, Dragon Race tongues, Dwarf tongues—from every language."
"Launch war against the Devil Race—war, war! WAR!!!"
"As they did to us, so shall we return the favor!"
"Divide the Devil Race. Separate those enslaved by the Devil Race from the princes and Nobles who clearly hold status under the Devil Ancestor."
"Then the princes and Nobles cannot be spared."
"Cannot be spared."
Three simple words, yet they weighed as heavily as a thousand tons. This was not the execution of prisoners of war in the legal sense of warfare. It was a complete purge founded upon Lynn's narrative of the "absolute opposition between civilization and barbarism."
The Devil Race and Orcs, within the scope of his definition, were perhaps no longer merely biological races, but symbols of "absolute evil."
Anything too deeply tainted by them, or displaying similar traits, was subject to elimination. This was both a matter of real security and a means of consolidating the New Order and historical discourse he was shaping—only the most thorough violence could draw the