'Fanatics… I should have known.' Wrinkles appeared on Godfrey's nose, between his eyes, as his face contorted.
'They're all the same, willing to become the abominations Cain proposed for them to be. Our world may not be fair, but this?'
He took a deep breath, the muscles of a Tier 35.2 Titled god bulging as he exerted mana to every part of his body.
'This is rubbish! I refuse to let this happen! I refuse to let these kind of people walk, to breathe the same air I do. I might not be king to earth, but a king is a king, even more than that. No human can morally accept what this woman just did.'
His eyes gleamed.
'It's the most inhumane thing. Since she decides to be a beast, I'll treat her as one.'
Godfrey clenched his teeth.
Miquella stood on top of a three-hundred-foot-tall wall like a queen about to pronounce judgment.
Beside her was her judge, who lowered its hand.
