For some reason, Malin felt an unparalleled tranquility within his heart, even if fools jumped out so foolishly. But to Malin... what could Chief Jonathan possibly do to him?
Arriving in the Underground District, the rules here weren't dictated by the Chief—it was justice that ruled.
Power is both fine wine and poison, which is precisely why Malin's heart had warned him more than once—justice isn't a hollow proclamation; it requires action to adorn everything.
Take Chief Jonathan, for instance; Malin didn't understand why he was speaking such outrageous words to him as if he had lost his mind. This isn't your police station, and you're not under the protection of your subordinates. Although the Church of the Goddess of Harvest is harmless to humans and animals, when it comes to killing, whether Jonathan is Chief or Duke no longer matters, because the one to die would be a Chaotic Believer.
