...Sigh.
I couldn't help but sigh at the thought that I had barely managed to calm things down before the problem grew larger.
We almost had a war on our hands. If we had gotten involved in a fight entangled in long-standing tribal grudges on the opposite side of the continent, there would truly be no end to it.
It's not that I'm afraid of losing.
What's frightening is the resentment that won't fade until one of the two sides disappears.
Anyway, if the problem had escalated and someone from our community had been killed by another tribe for the first time...
I too would have been unstoppable.
"Expelled while doing missionary work? What about making a protest?"
"I question whether it's really okay to let this go. Our missionary didn't harm anyone..."
Anyway.
"That's enough."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"I too... deeply feel the responsibility. I will gladly accept whatever punishment the council decides, so please stop."
