It seems I spent the entire day focused on the subjugation. I found out why the Those Who Recite Sins Cult is so terrifying.
These bastards were adept at guerrilla warfare. For some reason, they were also well-informed about us.
Just when we thought they'd appear somewhere, they were already launching attacks from the opposite side.
It felt like half the time spent on the subjugation was just wasted on traveling back and forth.
Thump! Thump!
As night fell, Lord Weaverpool emerged in his armor, looking pleased. His armor was drenched in blood, as if he had fought his fill too.
"Your words were true. I apologize for doubting you, even for a moment."
"Not at all, Lord."
Of course, I maintained proper etiquette.
'Son of a bitch. Smiling like that, but behind my back... I'm pissed off.'
Such people were common in reality too. But that was reality, devoid of justice and hope, so it was understandable.
It angered me that I had to encounter such a person even here.
