Raphael was stunned.

Until just moments ago, he had been at home, lamenting his fate with friends who shared his frustrations, cursing the inequality of the world. But then, a man dressed in what appeared to be an expensive suit walked into the room.

"Who are you to come here and visit someone as insignificant as me? Did Mayor Colmar send you to kill me?"

Sebastian scoffed at those words.

"When you made your appeal to Count Colmar earlier today, asking for tax reductions, you spoke quite eloquently, thinking you were a smart young man. It seems I’ve misjudged you."

"… Are you here to kill me?"

"Well, the Mayor would certainly want to tear you apart for rallying the people to ask for a tax reduction, but he can’t kill you. I’m sure you were hoping to use that to get a position on the city council eventually, weren’t you?"

If a rebellion had actually broken out, it might have been a different matter, but before such an event happens, the leader of a rebellion should never be killed.

If that happened, the leader would be martyred, and the people following them would be enraged, quickly turning into an organized rebel force.

Raphael understood this principle, which is why he was being so bold.

"Civilians, serfs, and so on. Even a modest estimate would put the number of people supporting you in the hundreds, maybe even thousands. If you can hold out for just a month, Count Colmar will have no choice but to seat you on the city council. By then, you’ll have become the symbol of the angry masses."@@novelbin@@

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