Everyone watched John's graceless departure with mixed feelings.
Even if they sighed in relief at the just retribution, a bitter aftertaste filled their mouths. They couldn't point out its cause, but like an unreachable itch in the middle of their backs, they couldn't dismiss it either.
"I wish a human conducted the trial." One of the citizens suddenly said.
The others' eyes sparkled in understanding.
It was so evident that they almost missed it: deep down, they weren't ready to accept demons.
They took this brief moment of respite to share their opinions as they watched the demonic army escort the three hundred soldiers out. The pitiful glances they threw in their directions caught their attentions. Yet, they ignored them. After all, what could they do to help? And even if they could, didn't the demon lord offer forgiveness to those who repent?
Just like that, a broad space cleared in the middle of the crowd without anyone interfering.