The Lord wasn't a god, but it seemed even less likely that the Lord was an evil god.
Rebecca successfully talked herself into a corner.
Seeing Rebecca's confused expression, Chloe calmly explained to the surrounding soldiers, "Look at her. This is probably what happens when one's sanity drops too low. Contact with an evil god—even merely thinking about matters related to one—will gradually cause a person to lose their mind until they go insane... What are you standing around for? Write it down!"
Chloe had extensive knowledge of cultists, while the Tribunal had comparatively little experience dealing with them. She deliberately intended to train her subordinates.
"Seal off the area. Don't let anyone escape. These cultists are extremely dangerous. They'll often do anything for their evil god. Keep a close eye on them. If anyone tries to commit suicide, shoot them immediately!"
Rebecca's expression froze.
It was indeed necessary to shoot cultists before they could kill themselves.
Suicide was part of the sacrificial process, while shooting them interrupted that process. Shooting a cultist who was trying to commit suicide sounded strange, but it was actually the proper way to deal with evil god cults...
No one understood cults better than she did!
"So that's how it is. As expected of Lady Chloe!"
"We've written it down!"
"Don't worry. The moment she tries to kill herself, I'll shoot her!"
"Since they're going to kill themselves anyway, why not shoot them first?"
Chloe's face was full of pride, and her entire coffin couldn't help spinning in place.
Having her own body was something to be happy about. Being able to share her experience as a cult leader was another happy thing. With those two happy things combined, Chloe felt as though her entire coffin was warm and cozy.
Rebecca, on the other