"Oh, to stir up racial hatred over those ephemeral beliefs? Isn't that a bit too obsessive?" Komer, who spoke without much concern, inadvertently drew the attention of the middle-aged gentleman with his disregard for faith.
"Lord, if I may, you seem to not take the issue of faith very seriously?" Reese asked tentatively.
"No, no, Mr. Reese, you misunderstand, my point is that harboring animosity over stories akin to myth seems rather absurd, and it has nothing to do with personal faith. Be it the Bright Holy Teaching or other minor sects worshiping different gods, I treat them all equally; in this regard, my attitude is no different from that of other Lords in the Kingdom," Komer quickly explained, realizing he might have misspoken.
As Komer led a continuous stream of refugees migrating towards the Caucasus, Puber, who was left in charge there, was plunged into extreme excitement and fervor.
