"But... But the Earl hasn't said anything!"
Upon hearing this, the Judge's lips, shrouded in shadows, curled into a playful smile.
"Oh? How do you know he hasn't said anything? He stated his loyalty to the King, and we have the King's edict. Are you suggesting... you want to rebel against your Lord?"
These words were like a stone shattering the barn's roof, causing a sudden uproar and commotion among the surrounding farmers.
They couldn't believe that the Lord they had welcomed back to the castle was so spineless!
Yet, faced with those gleaming swords and the black muzzles of firearms, they were not much braver than that Lord, as not a single person dared to resist.
Actually, not all villagers were inclined to rebel.
While many were indignant, the majority preferred to keep the peace.
Many consoled themselves, believing that after the Church took the grain, they would surely redistribute some back, at least they had praised Sparrow Wood Territory, calling them devout.
