Raike, the God of Oceans, was a young deity who had existed for no more than two hundred years.
He held dominion over coastal fishing.
Two hundred years earlier, he had first been worshipped in a small fishing village. As time passed, several nearby fishing villages had also begun worshipping him. Successive generations of believers had spent over a century finally establishing the Dai Forest Fief.
The Dai Forest Fief lay on a peninsula, bordering almost exclusively on the Salante Fief. The land was actually quite good, but because its development had begun so late, its foundations were still rather shaky.
In one coastal fishing village, Raike's temple was small, maintaining a poor but peaceful existence that was barely self-sufficient.
Now, over a hundred cavalrymen had occupied the village.
It seemed like divine wrath.
Boom! Lightning and thunder tore through the silent night, and torrential rain swept down...
"Lie down and drop your weapons, and you will be spared!" the cavalrymen shouted. Every man in the village who had dared resist had been executed on the spot, their bodies lying in pools of blood. Everyone else had been forced to kneel on the ground.
Bishop Kanrongpa surveyed his surroundings. This was a large village, with about three hundred inhabitants.
"Is there still resistance?" Bishop Kanrongpa listened to the sounds from the village. The sounds of slaughter were gradually subsiding, but things had not yet settled completely.
"Yes, a few priests and warriors remain in Raike's temple!" After a brief wait, a priest returned to report, "The fighting will be over shortly."
Another thunderclap boomed overhead. Bishop Kanrongpa smiled disdainfully.
"...Your Excellency, the temple has been cleared. Sixteen enemies were executed on the spot." A little later, a soldier came to report, his voice brimming with pride.
"Good. Take everyone to