His conversation with Juhyeon gave Gio cause to reflect.
“I suppose I have been thinking only about what would suit me best.”
Even if a deal appeared mutually beneficial, people still had the freedom not to accept it. He could not ignore the opinions of those who would not agree to make Gio a Demon King.
“I would love nothing more than to create a battlefield all my own, but that is my selfishness, and sacrificing other people for that selfishness would leave a bad taste in my mouth. That is not the sort of war I want.”
More than anything, Juhyeon had said this:
“My precious Demon King project…”
“……”
“…would harm both other people and me.”
He had been right in every particular.
“……”
“……”
The attic lay silent.
Holding Honey in one hand, Gio savored his soft, squishy texture. The way Honey clung snugly to his palm made him a veritable tactile delicacy.
After thoroughly enjoying that rippling yet springy sensation, Gio eventually nodded.
“I admit it.”
He opened his mouth.
“I do tend to be somewhat thoughtless.”
“Kkuruk?”
“Perhaps I should say that my mind is exceptionally uncluttered.”
But not everyone in the world could be like Gio.
“Though until I was about twenty-one, I did think everyone lived as thoughtlessly as I did.”
Seo Gio, whose satisfaction with life and self-esteem were both boundlessly high, rarely paid attention to what others thought of him. That was why he only realized that his mental makeup differed considerably from everyone else’s a year after becoming an adult.
“No wonder the characters in movies and dramas are always tormented by anguish.”
Gio had believed that was merely the sort of exaggeration peculiar to fiction. It was not. Astonishingly, people in this…