Lord: A Witch's Farming Chronicles in Another World

“You are the Lord of the Ravenlands, the Lustful Madman, the Witch-Tamer, the Shackle-Breaker, the Overturner of Order in the North... Bran Ravensong?”

“Just call me Lord Bran.”

“Lord Bran, don't you know how terrifying witches are? Half human and half beast, deranged, cruel, and murderous, they're the most dangerous monsters of all, and the ones we must guard against most!”

“No. They're simply unable to control their power for now. That doesn't mean they're evil by nature.”

“And those foolish, lowly slaves. You actually granted them the status of free people and paid them for their labor as though it were only right. Countless slaves have fled their former masters and run to your Ravenlands!”

“Everyone longs for a better life, even the slaves you consider lowly. Whatever their origins, the Ravenlands welcomes anyone who works hard and strives to do good.”

“And what about the nobles in the surrounding lands? Their bloodlines are noble and their status exalted, yet you made enemies of them for the sake of wicked witches and lowly slaves. It's utterly absurd!”

“You nobles live in luxury and debauchery while exploiting the common people. Your so-called noble status is built on the blood and sweat of countless ordinary people. What is there to honor?!”

“Y-y-you speak utter nonsense! This has been the tradition for thousands of years. It is the will of the gods. What you're doing is nothing short of blasphemy!”

“If the gods know their people are suffering and still look on without lifting a finger, then they don't deserve to be gods!”