That was the sentence the bishop eventually gave, and Ludwig felt the shape of the entire plan begin to unfold. The Holy Order had sponsored a savior, polished him, raised banners around him, spread songs, sermons, and rumors.
But Solania was not desperate enough. Not yet.
The monster tides from the Dark Continent were dangerous, yes, but tower masters stood near the city. Conscripted soldiers held the lines. The Holy Order had influence, but influence was not worship. People respected the Hero. few admired him. many hated him. And a majority mocked him.
He was failing to be the symbol the Church needed.
For a savior to become necessary, people had to believe they were beyond all other help.
So the plan was simple in the way all monstrous things were simple once stripped of ceremony.
Let the Demon King rise.
Let Sloth enter the board.
Let Solania choke.
Let the empire tremble.
