“…Being that badly mistaken is practically a talent.”
Just as Deathbringer’s question was about to send my thoughts plummeting all the way to the bottom of despair, the person sitting some distance away finally opened her mouth.
The voice that came from there was filled to the brim with disbelief.
“It is true that Pride’s limbs possess greater mastery of magic than the servants of other demons. However, the only being whose knowledge equals mine is Pride himself. So do not invite misfortune by worrying over pointless things.”
That’s… reassuring to hear right now, at least.
But then another question comes up.
If she possessed knowledge equal to Pride’s, why had she occupied the position of some expendable pawn or disposable grunt?
“…It seems we need a more in-depth conversation. Gyemyeong, join us over here.”
“I wonder. Do you trust me?”
“You had many opportunities, and yet here we are. I see no reason not to.”
What, do you desperately want everyone to acknowledge that you’re a bad and dangerous person?
I haven’t forgotten any of the evil things you did, so quit testing me and just come over here.
With that thought, I answered without even turning to look at her.
“…Uh.”
“Um, Sir. What exactly does that mean……?”
The price I paid was my companions’ blank expressions.
Everyone looked as though a screw had come loose somewhere.
Clearly there was something they did not understand.
“…She asked how I could trust that she would not attack us. I replied that if she had intended to harm us, she would…