"Shepherd..." The Shepherd murmured the name.
In their world, most people had no way of leaving their hometowns for their entire lives.
Under such circumstances, most of them did not actually have names.
Thus, many people had no names and could only use their identities as names.
For instance, the Shepherd himself had only ever been called the Shepherd.
And even after leaving his hometown and arriving in a great city, that identity-name had been entirely sufficient.
Because most of the time, that identity-name was enough to refer to one's existence.
In an urban setting, when someone mentioned the Shepherd, nine times out of ten, they meant him.
So when the Shepherd heard the name Naimus, the first thing he thought of was the identity represented by that name.
Yet the syllables of those words held no meaning whatsoever in this world.
"So, what did he represent?" the Shepherd asked.
"What he represented..." Mokania instinctively wanted to begin belittling Naimus.
Should he say that Naimus was evil, cruel, defied order, and killed his benefactor Isabella?
Or should he say that Naimus was a Demon himself, that he colluded with Demons, and seized The Church's property, the Azure Sky Whale?
Those accusations, which should have been obvious moral condemnations, stopped in Mokania's mouth.
He had not made no progress during this time.
"Naimus represented another path, one that did not conform to the mainstream." After considering his words, Mokania spoke seriously. "He chose to abandon morality and confront the entire world in his own way."
"I do not approve of that path, because too many innocent people would be dragged into it."
"It destroyed the order that already existed."
"And it created even more tragedies."
"In my view, he was more like someone who chose a path that could not succeed