The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1671 - 471: The Prince Who Cherishes Women (Part 2)

When ordinary people gaze at them, it's no big deal, especially those without Extraordinary Power, who seem as faint as weeds by the roadside, likely only to be felt by the other side if there's an overwhelming hatred.

However, for an Upper Extraordinary like Rayden, no matter how much he conceals his aura, it inevitably draws some attention.

"I know, you don't have to remind me."

"Of course, I believe you know."

Watching Rayden put down his binoculars, Grega nodded slightly and gently reminded, "It's just... after all, you are an Imperial wanted man now, and I still hope you can consider the bigger picture."

"I will."

In a concise reply, Rayden suddenly turned his head to him and spoke.

"...I've always wanted to ask, do you all trust Thelon Gard so much? From what I know about him, this guy is not easy to deal with."

Grega was taken aback by his words, then grinned and quipped.

"I can see you hold quite a grudge against him."

Rayden shook his head.

"Not at all, I have no reason to resent him; I'm merely objectively evaluating him."

Objectively, huh.

Grega's expression became somewhat playful; after a moment of contemplation, he said.

"Do you want to hear an ordinary person's evaluation?"

Rayden stared at him for a moment.

"Go ahead."

Grega smiled and continued.

"I'm unfortunate enough to live under Thelon's rule, barely making ends meet through hunting. My dislike for him does not lose to anyone here, and I've complained about his stupidity more than once, but I have to say... this fat pig isn't really the worst choice for ordinary people, at least there's one thing he did well."

"Oh?"

Rayden raised an eyebrow.

"Can I know what that is?"

Grega replied calmly.

"He's not that extreme."

Never expecting such an answer, Rayden smiled and said.

"Can you be more specific? What do you mean by extreme?"

Seemingly anticipating his question, Grega chuckled and continued in a chatty tone.

"The Green Forest Army is, the Church Court is, the King is, and even the late Count Wivert was. Especially the latter, he neither saved his family nor his people... even though I must admit, he put in great effort, even gambling with his life."

"Conversely, look at Thelon, that greedy and cowardly guy, I wouldn't say no one around him died, but following him is surely luckier than following Count Wivert."

It's said the Judicial Court issued death quotas after seeing the tragedy of Griffin Cliff Territory and the so-called Radiant Knight, who should have protected the populace, remained silent this time, directly acquiescing to the Judicial Court's verdict.

Looking at the middle-aged man's not-joking smile, Rayden was silent for a while and said expressionlessly.

"I don't want to attribute divine favor to his talent; I even think that ethereal existence might have gone blind. Otherwise, why would noble souls be punished, while humble ones are rewarded?"

Grega chuckled and said.

"Maybe it's just that mortals can't see all the causes and effects."

Rayden looked at him and asked.

"Did the 'Divine Son's' servant teach you this too?"

Grega shook his head.

"No, this was my understanding after witnessing many deaths. We are all sheep walking in the Mortal World, merely differing in self-awareness. When will the killing end? Today you kill my family; tomorrow I'll kill yours, both thinking they've uprooted the threat, when actually we are the weeds, and the roots being removed are our own."

This time, Rayden did not refute.

Long ago, he had thought Princess Carian had truly heard the Oracle, once believing she was the Holy Daughter sent by the Saint Sissi Sect to bring order to the Mortal World.

However, when he lost his way, she withdrew. It was this withdrawal that made his faith waver once more.

Even though the Sword Saint acknowledged the Holy Daughter's choice, even thanked her for bearing everything for the Sparrow Wood Territory's civilians, preserving that damned bigger picture.

From then on, he realized that the Holy Daughter's backing was not Saint Sis, nor did she represent the purity and justice he yearned for.

Rayden even felt a tinge of subtle pain.

His Holy Daughter was merely someone else's pawn...

Seeing the Knight Master not speaking, Grega made a cross upon his chest and wore a devout smile.

"But I must say, our Carian is different. Most of you were forced into that princess's troop; only I... I joined under her banner from the heart."

Different, huh...

Rayden's lips curled into a smile, tinged with sarcasm in his voice.

"You mean to say she's not what you call 'extreme'?"

"Of course."

Grega nodded, looking at the surprised expression on Rayden's face, and happily continued.

"I know she's not as pure as outsiders think, but does that matter to an ordinary person like me?"

"She could easily choose the safest place to say the harshest words, letting you and me die to please the deity behind her, battling with another group of divine pawns."

"Yet she hasn't done so, nor has the deity behind her."

Rayden thought the divine must have blinded themselves, but Grega didn't think so, he even felt that the ethereal causes and effects had always been fair.

Those who've forged good ties met good ends, while the madmen faced retribution.