"Could it be that the legitimate rule of the Aztec Empire is not the Royal Court, which hates us to the bone, but... you, who took the 'Golden Code'?!"
"Please save me, save us!"
Schneider, as if waking from a dream, clutched Byron's boots, knocking his head against them in worship as if he couldn't feel any pain.
His two brothers promptly followed suit.
However, these men, originally undercover agents planted in the Kingdom of Castilia by Blue Hair, clearly had different faiths. One kissed the tip of his boot, while another simply adopted the prostration used in the Native Empire's worship of the 'Father of Healing'. The three chose the highest rituals from three religions, displaying a flexible devotion. Moreover, they were even less principled than the Barbary Pirates, switching allegiances without any psychological burden.
"As long as you save us, we wouldn't even mind being slaves; we'll do whatever you ask of us."
