Sure enough, his judgment had been correct; even if left unsaid, didn't what was bound to happen actually happen?
Hill listened from the clouds with exceptional amusement, though he also noticed the increasingly pale complexions of the locals who had similarly appeared in every nook and cranny to listen to this exchange.
Especially when it came to why the nobles and the royal family, who had always managed to "peacefully" coexist within the rules, had suddenly reached this current juncture—the expression probably matched the one certain Grand Sage Ismael wore when he stepped out of his tower and heard this ill-fated news... To put it in the Moon Clan's words, that guide-like fellow who might well be the mastermind looked a bit foolish.
Although they spoke in disjointed fragments, anyone paying a slight bit of attention could piece together the cause and effect of this matter.
In the beginning, the Damboro King, finding the items obtained from the merchants somewhat unsatisfactory, merely produced a list of families who also raised silk spiders in their suburban manors... Naturally, these were not ancient, long-standing high nobles, but basically vassals of vassals, and he had these Moon Clan members check whether these families had thoroughly exterminated the valuable silk spiders or if they had any hidden artifacts from the Elf Forest.
Faced with the generally level-5 Moon Clan, the nobles felt boundless dissatisfaction, yet... they truly couldn't even summon the slightest thought of resistance!
With a plausible justification, they could only submit to being slaughtered.
However, after a few families genuinely caught with evidence had their implicated assets confiscated and their entire households driven out of the capital, the Damboro King—watching the wealth repossessed by the royal family and the meager scraps of gold coins used to dismiss the Moon Clan—rapidly ignited his