“…Did you resolve it?”
At Berserk’s question, the Adventurer blinked once.
In that brief span, countless emotions passed through his gray eyes, none of them things that could easily be put into words.
“I don’t know whether this can really be called… resolved.”
Still, one thing among them was clear.
Something like the first ray of light seeping into a cavern deep beneath the earth.
Too fleeting to call hope, yet even farther removed from despair.
A truly insignificant comfort.
Berserk looked directly into the Adventurer’s eyes.
“I made a deal with the demon. In exchange for letting it live… I’m supposed to receive more reliable assistance instead of interference like what just happened.”
“R-really?”
“Yeah.”
“Were you the one who proposed it?”
“The original owner of this body brought it up first. But… I’m not sure whether this was the right decision. Having the demon’s help will definitely reduce our losses, but…….”
But was allowing this demon to live truly the right choice?
A demon that had brought ruin to countless places, and might continue doing so in the future?
Was releasing one great evil in order to defeat another truly a wise decision?
The hesitation never fully became words, yet the wavering of his will was unmistakable.
So Berserk relaxed her shoulders and placed a hand on the Adventurer’s shoulder.
“I don’t understand why you’re agonizing over it.”
For a moment, she remembered what had happened at the edge of the world.
The moment when she had made…