Chapter 183: Brother, You're So Brave
The next day, news of King Pentheus's death spread throughout the palace.
On his way to Glitalon Valley, he had been struck by divine retribution and torn to pieces by several lions in the forest.
Given that the old King was dead and the deities had issued a warning, the orders to arrest and execute the followers of the Dionysian Sect were temporarily shelved until the funeral was conducted and a new King was enthroned, after which everything would be reconsidered.
The Thebans, strangely, did not grieve for the death of King Pentheus; instead, they breathed a sigh of relief because of it.
After all, they themselves or their family members were, more or less, on the path of pursuing joy; if that stubborn King had been left to prosecute indefinitely, the ones to suffer might have been the entire city of Thebes.
To speak an unspeakable truth, his death was of more value than his life.
Hence, in the Theban city immersed in feigned solemnity, wine for celebration sold out.