The Cave Dwellers knelt on the ground.
Their expressions were terrified, uneasy, yet carrying a little anticipation and envy as they looked toward the humans standing beyond the trees, standing in the grand sunlight, discussing something.
The decision reached by these powerful humans who had come to this island from the ocean would determine whether their future fate could set foot on another path.
On this matter, Ned wanted to hear what his clansmen thought.
Several of the older clansmen expressed no clear wishes, only stating that they would follow whatever choice Ned made.
Among everyone.
Only one thin young man voiced his opposition.
"How can we allow this group of lowly, ugly, ignorant monsters to believe in our god?"
"These gloomy creatures that live in caves—just being able to possess the wisdom of speech is already a luxury for them, so how could they be worthy of bathing, like wise us, beneath the glory of the great god of wisdom?"
In the thin young man's gaze, there was not the slightest attempt to hide his contempt and disgust for those Cave Dwellers.
In his view.
These creatures who had once believed in heresy could never offer up devout faith to the god the way they did.
And among this group of creatures.
Only a small portion possessed that pitiful, feeble wisdom, to say nothing of being able to catch up with the people who had created all manner of inventions.
Ned looked at this young man kneeling below.
Then he swept his gaze over the other clansmen.
The other clansmen hurriedly lowered their heads.
It was not as if he could not tell.
The rest of the clansmen.
Most likely held thoughts similar to this young man's.
It was only that, hindered by his status as the god's chosen