The scene was quickly brought under control. Looking around, the entire square was filled with people lying on the ground, dense as weeds.
"Good, good, good," Lance nodded slowly, watching this unfold as he took steps toward those people. At that very moment, the tone of his voice suddenly escalated, and he shouted out in almost a roar.
"I sensed your hardships and released grain for three days, and this is how you repay me?"
"Am I too kind to you? Do you think I, the Lord, am easy to bully? Must I take a whip to you before you'll listen?"
"Hah! Tell me!"
"Is it?"
Not a single person dared to respond to these rhetorical questions; the only voice echoing across the square was Lance's.
That roar, filled with endless rage, plunged those lying on the ground into a fear of domination.
"Whoever threw the first punch, stand up now."
