"You were warned but didn't believe. Given an opportunity, but you didn't cherish it. Now His Highness' rage erupts and shall sweep the Holy Continent with a grand purging tide!"

　　The Profane Prince's Envoys proclaimed throughout all the corners of the Holy Continent. And soon, many of the local governments would support them in spreading their words.

　　Of the five nations, it is in the Holy Flame Empire that they spread at the fastest pace. The dukes, marquis and all other landed n.o.bles supported them in their endeavors, dispatching teams to a.s.sist them and luring the commoners into listening through all means imaginable.

　　"Ten-thousand deaths on the first day, not more, not less. One-hundred-thousand on the second. One million on the third. Ten million on the fourth. One-hundred-million on the fifth. One billion on the sixth. Ten billion on the seventh!

　　This is how the righteous plague will harvest lives!

　　And if by the seventh day you still fail to repent and embrace the one true road, then his highness shall wipe out all the fifty billion individuals of the Holy Continent!"

　　The envoys proclaimed.

　　"Make no mistake, our G.o.d is wrathful but loving. Blessings unending await the enlightened that accept his embrace! If they choose him, even the afflicted shall be freed of all woes!"

　　At first, such words were not taken seriously by the commoners. After all, one-hundred-thousand years of established faith stood between them. However, as the first day of the plague ended, and words spread that exactly ten thousand individuals met their deaths, Konrad's cult received a substantial influx of followers.

　　…

　　Meanwhile, two envoys stood within the imperial palace's throne room. One from the Celestial Church, the other from the Infernal Cult. Konrad sat on the throne, with Krann at his right and Wolfgang at his left.

　　"Hum, hum. As you have seen upon arrival, the three felons are currently being submitted to punishment."

　　Wolfgang began with his arms crossed beneath his back. Seeing that a trivial seventh-step Semi-Saint was discussing with them as if they were equals, the two envoys struggled to restrain their ire.

　　And when they recalled the scene of the captives being flayed in the city square for all to see, they almost exploded.

　　However, with the situation being what it was, they could only restrain themselves.

　　"His highness is true to his words, in three days, they will be executed. Your presence here holds no meaning."

　　Hearing this, the two's eyes violently distorted, and they were forced to take in a deep breath to restrain themselves.

　　"Your profane highness, our two factions are willing to pay bail for the captives. Please state your price. As long as it's within reason, we shall abide."