"How... how could this happen?!"
After hearing the warning, the High Priest quickly left the tent.
However, when the riot within the camp came into view, the old man stood frozen, uttering a dull and bewildered sound.
He even turned his head stiffly, seeking help from Ronald in a somewhat irrational manner:
"Why have the people become like this? What exactly happened in the camp?"
In response to the High Priest's inquiry, Ronald could only lower his voice and express regret:
"High Priest, I'm very sorry."
"But in reality, we just arrived, and we don't know much about what's going on here."
Katherine, on the other hand, looked at the High Priest, whose mind was in extreme chaos, and made a half-joking, half-serious remark:
"If you don't mind them becoming my slaves in the future, then for the sake of preserving lives, I can make them stop fighting immediately."
"..."
"Ah? Slaves? Lives!"
The High Priest, whose mind was already in a jumble, was now even more bewildered.
