Rumia looked back at Eiro, who was holding his dagger onto his throat, and then just slowly formed a wry smile, "So you're saying that you can really not make that choice yourself?" In response, Eiro just sighed.
"It's a yes or no question." The Demon pointed out, and Rumia had no choice but to agree right now. The whole town was watching, and even someone like him knew that this was an unfavorable situation for him, just considering the whole scale this grew to. If it was like this, to truly control the whole town like he was initially planning to was just an unrealistic fantasy that he couldn't hope to accomplish.
Ruling with an iron fist was alright, but even Rumia didn't want to force the villagers at the level of what could only be called enslavement. Enslaving people was a sin, after all.
