Kieran opened the door.
He saw the people kneeling down before his door, but he remained as dull and expressionless as ever.
However, a sense of hesitance flashed in his eyes, and in the end, he nodded.
"I'll try my best to save you," said Kieran.
"Thank you so much, merciful Majesty!"
"I will devote my life in following you!"
"I will only believe in you from now on!"
...
The cries went away, joyous cheers swirling in the space in front of the house.
The lord of Gordor, who was the elderly man in plain clothing, was also cheering among the crowd.
The lord of Gordor was smiling but his eyes were cold and had a sense of mockery.
A demigod, so what?
As long as his weaknesses were exposed, a mortal could take him down!
After all, a demigod still wasn't a true God.
"Lord Gordor."
