"Someone actually came looking for me." Mokania opened his eyes, somewhat surprised that anyone had come to find him.
Ever since he had been morally coerced, with Charles I, king of the Sacred Nia Kingdom, taking away a considerable portion of his power.
He had gradually come to understand his own shortcomings: he did not possess much ability when it came to governing.
Sending him into battle was no problem. Leading a team in guerrilla warfare and fighting enemies everywhere was no problem.
But asking him to build every detail from nothing, he did not have that ability.
The world he envisioned was, in truth, a world where morality stood above all else.
Good people would be rewarded, and bad people would be punished.
Thus, Mokania had used his own understanding to establish the Moral Law.
At first, Mokania had been quite satisfied. He believed that under the Moral Law, everyone could live freely without worrying about being persecuted by others.
Everyone could possess high moral standards, and everyone could find happiness through morality.
Yet as the population grew, everything began to change.
Human desires could never be satisfied.
If their desires were not fulfilled, they could not attain happiness.
All sorts of bizarre ideas about happiness even began to emerge.
For instance, someone had never seen anyone cry before. He liked seeing others cry and found it beautiful, so he began making people cry everywhere.
That was his own happiness, and for the sake of that happiness, he worked incredibly hard, never stopping his efforts to make others cry.
Yet making people cry happened to fall right on the boundary of morality.
He had not physically inflicted any substantial harm on others.
But he truly was constantly interfering with others and causing their emotions to change.
Thus, some people's