Elsewhere, the priest in full armor drew his sword and led the Lord's guard, easily quelling the riot in the town.
"Father Luken, I'm innocent! I was deceived—I only lost my head for a moment, that's why I..."
Inside the sparsely decorated chapel, a group of people bound on the floor all began defending themselves.
Their nation revered freedom, and because of that freedom, many sins beyond the judgment of the law had been born. So long as there were enough people, no matter what they did—even burning, killing, looting, and plundering—it was not considered a crime. It was called fighting for their freedom.
Fighting for freedom—what a pleasant-sounding title.
This time was no different.
As for the guard formed by the priest to defend the Lord's radiance, some of the townspeople had never cared much about it.
Everyone knew that Father Luken was an old softie, extremely weak. Though no one knew why, half a year ago he had seemingly gone muddle-headed, solemnly declaring that he had received the Lord's calling and entered the Lord's kingdom. Yet because he still had unfinished work in the mortal world, he had returned to it once more.
He also said that humanity should have been bright, filled with virtue rather than evil. Unfortunately, many incorrigible people had failed to realize this.
His return to the mortal world was to accomplish this task. He wanted to turn the world into the Lord's kingdom upon earth!
Most people in town treated Father Luken's words as a joke.
Later, when Luken established his guard, his choice of members became an even bigger joke.
What sort of people had he picked?
The security guard at the town slaughterhouse. Of course, the guard had once been a butcher, but after machines became widespread, he had lost his