"Internal strife had actually reached this point?!!!" Mokania looked at the world in complete chaos and felt a headache unlike any he had ever known.
He could not understand why everyone could not simply live according to his design.
Clearly, as long as they lived peacefully and followed basic morality, they could obtain ample supplies. Yet some people were still dissatisfied.
After their dissatisfaction turned everything into a mess, they created this thing called status morality.
Then the flaws within the Moral Law grew larger and larger, and its operation naturally became slower and slower.
As a result, more and more problems emerged, eventually giving rise to the nobles, a group that represented those problems.
They were the ultimate outcome of all moral problems.
Under such circumstances, Mokania had already become disheartened and given up.
The world could do whatever it wanted. It could barely keep running under that model, and when enemies from another world appeared, those people would naturally bring out all their strength under the threat of death.
It had its issues, but at least it was barely usable.
However, Shepherd's appearance made him feel that this world could still be saved.
Yet just a few minutes later, things had changed like this.
The First Witch's ideology entering the Moral Law essentially meant abandoning his own ideas.
This was outright shaking the foundation of the world.
No matter how he thought about it, Mokania could not understand her reasoning.
Back then, she had killed Charles I and ruined the bigger picture, causing what had been a fairly decent situation to rapidly worsen.
The fact that he had not killed her was already mercy enough.
And now she was pulling this?
Feeling that mass of pollution within his thoughts, Mokania felt like his head was about to explode.