Faced with different groups, each with different intentions.
The pre-war mobilization went very smoothly, especially for those outraged citizens who naturally could not tolerate the Empire, a symbol of hegemony, repeatedly offending their faith. They were all prepared to perish together with the Imperial People.
However, after losing their leader, the position of the neutral faction's Ascetics also began to waver.
Everything was developing according to his plan.
Except for…
Returning to the Crown of Dawn Cathedral, Carlo stopped in his tracks, his gaze lingering on the short woman in front of the cathedral, her eyes covered with a black cloth.
Behind her were two young men, bare-chested, their chests covered with black tattoos.
"Yayouma."
Carlo immediately put on a hypocritical smile and approached her.
Of course, not everyone supported the war.
"Carlo, you have betrayed our oath and deceived everyone."
