"That Demon! Your Majesty has beaten him to his knees!"
"Invincible! Absolutely invincible!"
The Qinghui Guard, seeing this, instinctively began their formulaic cheers. When this group of Purity People, who had followed Westheid through countless campaigns, first started cheering for him, he was quite pleased. But over time, he had come to understand what these guys were really like.
When things were going well, they were the first to celebrate, popping champagne like there was no tomorrow.
But at the first sign of a setback, they were the first to act like the world was ending, masters of doom and gloom.
Westheid's ears had long grown calloused from their praises. Far more than the admiration of the already-subjugated Purity People, he coveted the worship of the Royal Court Elves... This was crucial, a matter concerning his grand plan to conquer the Royal Court.
