I wasn’t there, but I heard about Lee Tae-Han's speech as it spread throughout the city. He inspired people by claiming that I was divine, and he was making them worship me. In fact, he didn’t stop there. Perhaps it was because he had great enthusiasm for giving a speech, or it ended up working well. 

I naturally found out that he was now holding a rally at the end of every night raid and pretended to be a good shepherd. Also, the assembly wasn’t limited to his city, and it was being carried out throughout the six different cities. The rituals weren’t uniform, but they were basically a cult that worshiped me. 

The term ‘fanaticism’ referred to a fervid belief in a religion or idea without any thoughts of criticizing it. I had experienced how people could become brutal and stupid when they indulged in fanaticism, but I didn’t interfere with what Lee Tae-Han was doing. 

I had no choice as I had expected this since I had told him the truth. For now, everyone’s survival was my main priority. If one of the cities collapsed, then I would have to face a life or death crisis. I had to admit that we needed a cohesiveness that was tighter...