The slaves each turn to one another, and start speaking. The air is filled with noise.
What is there to hesitate about?
We’ll be wiping out the fakes, and the traitors that follow them. We’ll be reconstructing the world.
“Everyone, due to some strange influence, Naofumi-sama’s gone strange. Don’t be coerced by his sweet words.” (Raphtalia)
The fake shamelessly puts on a Raphtalia-esque act to incite the slaves.
It’s useless.
Look at reality.
“Niichan! I’ll follow you!” (Kiel)
“Uwah! Kiel, stop!” (Imya)
“Kiel-kun!” (Raphtalia)