On the streets of Holmes, the capital of the Strathlade Kingdom, guards in dark clothes gripped wooden clubs.
They held up crude wooden shields, their faces tense as they retreated step by step.
Before them stood commoners dressed in all kinds of coarse linen.
Some waved little flags, while others held banners. Excitement shone in their eyes.
"Down with the evil God of Cruel Officials..."
"We refuse to pay taxes..."
"King Enrique must step down..."
"..."
Their cries shook the streets. As the commoners grew more fervent, the guards who had once suppressed farmers with ease kept backing away, not daring to strike.
Ever since the Agriculture Church's overwhelming victory in Burgan Chester City, protest marches had sprung up across the Strathlade Kingdom.
At first, some guards had tried to suppress the farmers. Then the Agriculture Church's priests arrived and taught them what it meant to do the right thing.
After that, no guard dared attack the protesters again.
"Since when did these farmers get so bold? And not a single member of the Nobility has shown his face. None of their Practitioners have appeared either." In the distance, a Mage in an ornate robe watched the scene and spoke to his companion in a low voice.
"The Agriculture Church is stirring up the farmers. As for the Nobility... they're shrewder than anyone, and the first to run when danger comes." His companion lifted his chin and said with contempt, "What happened to the nobles who backed the wrong side in Burgan Chester City scared them senseless. Everyone who could leave Holmes has left."
"Naturally, their Practitioners went with them."
The God of Cruel Officials Temple in Burgan Chester City had been wiped out. The nobles who had backed the wrong side had then been slaughtered by Practitioners who had