The world’s murderous intent and hatred, once aimed at me, are now directed toward her.
The restraints that once bound him have fallen away. Even his gaze and the tone of his speech have grown ruthless.
He asked, “On what basis?”
He hadn’t expected any evidence. Could they really provide any grounds at all?
“Is it because she turned into the Demon King? Just for a brief aberration?”
There was a long silence.
“She saved the world. In fact, she became a Demon King as a sacrifice—paying the ultimate price by severing Inferinos’s lifeblood. And yet, despite owing her your very lives…”
Another silence followed.
“Are you using that sacrifice as an excuse to label her a heretic?”
The more he defended her, the angrier he grew. Tesilid felt a surge of rage he’d long thought extinguished.
When it was he who had borne such scorn—the anger scattering like white ash—it now sparked like glowing embers, threatening to burst into flames.
Then, suddenly, a voice intervened:“No.”There was another…