Starting on the night of the 26th, the bloody purge carried out by the Ancient God Church's Order Tribunal Red Gloves swept in like an icy polar current, freezing the entire Ewindara Archipelago.
Over the course of a single night, forty-three council members of the Ewindara Autonomous Council, represented by the Renard Family of Akray Island, along with their families, were wiped out. The brutal purge began on Akray Island and, in just three days, spread to every island and every corner of the Ewindara Archipelago. Forty-three powerful, illustrious clans that had once dominated the Ewindara Archipelago vanished into smoke and ashes...
On March 31st, Lady Olina sat in the highest chair of the Ewindara Autonomous Council chamber. Looking at the council seats, nearly a third of which now stood empty, she could not help but sigh inwardly.
Just days ago, this place had been as noisy as a fish market. Now, the entire council hall was so silent that a pin dropping could be heard. Those councilmen who had once flaunted their silver tongues with smug delight were gone. The members still in the chamber now behaved like quails, trembling in silence. When Lady Olina's gaze swept over them, hardly anyone dared meet her eyes. The occasional glance sent her way was filled with deep humility and cautious ingratiation.
Blaiman, head of the Willis Family, was delivering an impassioned speech from the podium. His face was flushed with emotion, and he kept waving his fist as he spoke, as though he wanted to smash someone to pieces. He looked for all the world like a righteous man giving a speech in a public square.
Ever since they had known Blaiman, no one—including Lady Olina—had likely ever seen such a fierce side of the bespectacled Willis Family patriarch, who had