Little Knife saw Rudosen in such despair, slung an arm around his shoulders, and said quietly:
"Old Ru, this won't do. You're using the wrong method.
"You're using military methods on these former nobles. They know that routine too well, so they don't give a damn about you.
"Look at this Little Sun. It's been so long, and he's still the same damn way."
Rudosen seemed thoughtful.
"What do you mean?"
Little Knife wore a strange expression.
"Use our gang methods!
"I'll give you two tricks. First, make them compete over food.
"Gather these fatties together for training. From now on, ration how much they eat. If it's enough for 500 people, then it's enough for 500 people—nothing extra. Then let them fight over it.
"As for the second..."
After hearing this, Rudosen fell into thought.
Meanwhile, the fatties had already surrounded Little Sun and begun flattering him.
"Oh my, so this is the Solar Lord's son! What an incomparably handsome young man!"
The planetary governor fawned.
Little Sun wore a haughty expression.
"Keep it low-key, keep it low-key. You don't need to remind me how outstanding I am."
He was overjoyed. After being tormented by Rudosen, that demon, for so long, he had finally returned to being flattered.
The planetary governor's face was full of obsequiousness.
"Young master, I'm actually a governor in exile. My son seized power from me. Could you perhaps speak to the Solar Lord, or to the Inquisitor, and help me reclaim my position?"
Little Sun patted his plump chest.
"No problem. It's just a word."
Just then, Rudosen walked over. Little Sun said arrogantly:
"Hey, Little Ru, this planetary governor wants to reclaim his position. Handle it."
Rudosen's eyes bulged, and he immediately unleashed a Leo Kick. Little Sun cried out and flew away.