According to Mokania's thinking, unless it was absolutely necessary, it was best not to make any rash moves.
Battle was about to break out. If stability could be maintained, then it should be maintained.
But the things those nobles had done before were simply too disgusting.
Huge quantities of supplies had been wasted to preserve the distinction between themselves and ordinary people.
Even when winter came and most commoners starved to death because of it, they turned a blind eye.
To a certain extent, this situation was already worse than the nobles under The Church.
"I'm a reformist." Mokania had not forgotten his original goal—to defeat Naimus, then use that achievement to reform The Church, further restrain the power of the church nobles, and keep the masses of ordinary people from being persecuted so terribly.
"This Mokania..." Within the Garden World, Naimus watched everything through a Littlefolk's perspective and could not help laughing.
It had to be said that Mokania truly was a qualified clown, successfully putting him in a cheerful mood.
"Mokania's problem is that he has fallen into a dual mental dilemma." Naimus analyzed the information.
One of those mental dilemmas belonged to Mokania himself. He came from an ordinary background, and though kind-hearted, his knowledge was limited.
Moreover, because of his unusual circumstances and special status, he was actually unable to shoulder too much responsibility. He also feared disappointing others' expectations, and that was how this situation had formed.
In essence, it was normal. It might not even be all that serious, since he was still a young man.
All his growth over the years had taken place on the front lines of guerrilla warfare.
He dared to fight and risk his life, yet had never truly encountered struggles for power. He idealized everything, so it was