The familiar yet unwelcome sense of intangible anxiety left the Crown Prince restless, always feeling an uncontrollable urge to mock.
Mockery blended into the heavy air of the underground space, and seated beside him, Ji Ai'er cast a fleeting, almost imperceptible glance at Charlemagne's Crown Prince.
The other party said nothing, but Ji Ai'er had a firm grasp on the psychological activities of Louis.
Be it the Crown Prince or the nobility, their reactions to the current situation were not much different from that of the common people. Initially, they would label it as madness, spat upon it and mock it. As time went on, in most cases, people dared not mock such madness anymore, and the days that one would are quietly ushered in.
Purifiers are as such, human sacrifices are as such, godslaying is also as such.
