At last, after more than three hours, the funeral came to an end. The king's body was buried behind City Hall. Benjamin ordered his men to clear the square, while he... turned around, disguised himself, slipped into the crowd, and went to settle scores with those troublemakers.
"Who sent you?"
In a secluded alley of Koester, he cornered those fanatical believers and looked down at them as he questioned them.
The believers were all slumped on the ground, their bodies trembling faintly. They looked up at Benjamin, gritting their teeth, their expressions shifting constantly between terror and hatred. Some tried to scream for help, but their voices were sealed within the alley by a layer of water membrane, unable to travel even a bit beyond it.
In the end, perhaps exhausted from shouting and realizing they had no chance of escape, they glared at Benjamin and finally spoke. "...You'll go to hell."
"Whatever." Benjamin waved a hand. He had heard words like that so often his ears were practically growing calluses, and he did not care in the slightest. Instead, he continued his interrogation. "Where did you come from? What orders did you receive? Who told you to make trouble at the funeral?"
As he spoke, Ice Needles emerged one after another from the air, glinting coldly as they pointed at the group.
"Y-you... What do you mean? We were carrying out God's command!" The fanatics did not seem especially afraid, and they spoke heatedly. "No one instructed us. This was our own will! The gods will never allow demons like you to keep bringing disaster upon this world!"
Benjamin frowned.
Were they putting up a tough front? Or had no one truly instructed them...
Either way, he would have to get his hands on them and interrogate them first.