"’You worship with blood, yet do you expect to repay you with blood? You worship with calamity, yet do you expect to repay you with calamity?’"
"The colossal idol dedicated to God, yet it causes blood to be shed on earth, suffering to be endured on earth, and even brings disaster upon the people of Logos."
"Tell ,
who has forgotten God’s grace, who dares to supplant God’s words with their own?!"
In the palace, the nobles, from a state of vehent agitation, plunged into the silence of the abyss.
Those present had judged Dertulian in God’s na, and now Dertulian was questioning their very souls.
"You claim that the idol is dedicated to God, then this is undoubtedly a sacrifice! You admit that the people of Logos bleed, then this is undoubtedly an offering of victims!"
"It is a sinful burnt offering, humans are the children of God, how could God wish to see blood spilled upon the earth? How dare you offer such sin to the divine!
You view it as glory, yet it is the flesh and blood of God’s children."
"We revolt, we rebel, not because we defy God,
but because you have strayed from God, you enslave us who are also God’s children! And wish to offer an idol stained with our blood to God!"
Dertulian’s deanor suddenly changed, his voice resounded with such force it made everyone’s heart tremble.
Faced with Dertulian’s loud cries, Sage Bolan, celebrated as wise, was among those present who first ca to his senses, apart from King Yarlessto who sat in the shadowy recesses.
Long before the event, Bolan had anticipated Dertulian’s vehent rebuttal.
Bolan firmly looked at the son of the Prophet before him, already having deed Dertulian guilty in his heart.
Thus, the first accusation was rely a probe.
The second accusation truly aid for the heart.
"Betrayal, Dertulian, you have committed treason."
Bolan stared at Dertulian, laying bare his cris one by one, spoke slowly:
"Dertulian, our kingdom is not only that of the people of Logos, but it is also granted by God’s grace. God allowed us to erect our own kingdom, yet you have betrayed our kingdom!"
"Look at what you’ve done; the kingdom established by your father and the Sapo King is fragnting, order is out of control, and morality is decaying.
Look at the present kingdom, you’ve also betrayed your brother, our King, you’ve broken King Yarlessto’s heart, you’ve disappointed Prophet Al, these are all your cris!
You are covered in disgrace! Confess, Dertulian! Think of your brother, your father, if you won’t confess, you will even stain them with your disgrace!"
Bolan’s accusations were comprehensive and persuasive, he indicted Dertulian’s cris from the perspective of the kingdom, and maligned him from the standpoint of kinship.
His goal aligned with that of all the nobles—to execute Dertulian!
Dertulian faced the aggressive Bolan, whether in arrogance or confidence.
The nobles stared at him angrily, the previous shock to their souls had now been transford into an escalating fury.
The crowd leaned forward, ready at any mont to force Dertulian’s head down, to make him confess to these irrefutable cris.
Yet Dertulian lifted his head high and declared loudly:
"There are two types of nations in this world, one defined by the few, and the other permitted by God, belonging to all."
The son of the Prophet’s words plunged the assembly into an uproar, even the fingers of King Yarlessto on his throne trembled in the shadows.
"What nonsense are you speaking?"
"Unforgivable blasphemy, how can a prophet beget you, an unforgivable blaspher?!"
"Execute him, silence him!"
...
The nobles’ rage blazed fiercely, determined to burn the man before them, who dared to deny their sovereign authority. Couldn’t he see the incontrovertible truth of their prosperity and honors under their rule in the flourishing city-states?
"When the kingdom aligns with everyone, with God’s tacit approval, only then should such a kingdom exist in the world. Otherwise, we are justified in resisting; we are justified in rebelling. And when the kingdom is dominated by the few, or even a tyrant, tell , should we silently endure the tyrant’s rule?
If we accept the dominion of the few, if we even endure the tyrant’s rule,
then tell , where is God who granted reason to all?
You elevate the few to God’s position but fail to understand that God stands among the multitude!
Because God did not endow a single Logos individual with reason, but all the people of Logos, God does not delight in so lofty Monarch, but in the people who walk the earth!"
Dertulian’s voice grew increasingly impassioned. At this mont, his voice arose not just from within himself but echoed the enslaved Logos people.
It was as if the voices of all were combined, sending a mighty cry that shook heaven and earth.
How proudly his soul stood.
So proud it seed to burn, to shine, leaving the onlookers in awe. The endless anger was eclipsed by his brilliance, extinguished by his radiance.
"In our kingdom, people ta each other, as if Logos people, born equals, treat one another as they would livestock.
People naturally trample their own reason, trample their own empathy, trample the love God gave to the Logos people.
We possess reason, and since we have reason, know this:
Humans are not a herd to be dosticated, not feeble, abject beasts."
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