Ozeroth shrugged grandly. "Because the mindless cannot appreciate supremacy. The Verge granted them sentience so they could understand what stands before them. A commendable choice."
The citizens behaved like actual humans. Which meant he couldn't treat them however he pleased. Which explained the current scene.
"So…" Anorah said, glancing at the civilians battering the dome.
"They hate you because they consider you an incompetent lord. Right?"
"That's right," Atticus nodded.
"Oh, they didn't even give you a chance. My man's a great ruler."
Atticus cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed as the group turned to him. Anorah had always been bold enough to say whatever she wanted.
"But really, this level of disrespect? Hmph." Ozerra flicked her hair. "They should be grateful the great Ozerra graces their miserable land. Instead they scream like fools. They're probably acting up because your lesser self is present."
Ozeroth instantly erupted.
"Lesser—!? You arrogant flea—!"
