'Here we go.'
Florian exhaled, rolling his shoulders slightly before speaking. "The villagers called the traitor their 'savior.'"
Lucius frowned, his sharp yellow eyes narrowing. "Savior?"
Florian nodded. "It's what they called him. And from what we've seen so far, His Majesty and I believe that this so-called savior is recruiting villages."
Lancelot leaned back slightly, arms crossed over his chest, the usual playfulness absent from his face. "Recruiting? How?"
'This is just a theory Heinz had but...'
Florian glanced at Heinz before continuing, carefully choosing his words. "The rogues—" He paused, searching for the right phrasing. "—they're stealing from the nobles. And they're distributing mana stones to the villages. Villages that normally wouldn't have access to magic. Poorer ones, places where mana stones are too expensive, where magic is a luxury only the wealthy can afford."
