Mich - Surival of the Isekai'd westerner

Part 10

I sat down, leaning up against a tools store. The city was basically a slave export city, having a large cathedral of green marble overshadowed by black waves, looking like some sort of macabre of symbols. There were a few different types of people that seemed to go in and out of the church, the most notable were the priests. Signified by large shackles, well what seemed to be some artisan's representation of shackles after a man poorly described them to him.

These "shackles" were made thin and long, going from the end of the wrist up to the elbow. Complimenting these unique outfit taste was short sleeved or sleeveless robes, having a black color with green accents, minor embroidery with white and green making things akin to the shackles. Though what told me that this is what these men were was the respect that many of the arriving visitors would bow or raise their hands to the sky when they saw these men.

Such men now disgusted me, mostly after I saw the priests of what I was calling the Black Shackles did to the slaves. Publicly wounding the slaves that they walked up to. The said injuries were spontaneous and deadly, the worst part of it, seemingly just because. Actions that even the country that I was fighting against , The Southern Confederacy, wouldn't condone, though their reasoning was more of responsibility of property rather than treating other as equals. "And that is still considered the lesser evil between that and what I saw" I thought to myself, a shiver went through my body, muscles tensed, the call to action from my morality must be satisfied...Somehow,