“…What do you mean?”
“It took us little more than ten minutes to wake you. And you happened to awaken at the precise moment you encountered Satan. Do you truly believe that was nothing more than coincidence?”
“You mean the demon interfered?”
“The transfer of memory between souls locked together. Even I know nothing of that unknown realm. Still, even in ignorance, I can offer a hypothesis.”
Commandment spoke while opening one palm.
The leather glove, dyed white, still seemed stiff and unworn, because the fingers moved slightly sluggishly.
“It deliberately showed you those memories, and deliberately awakened you at that moment.”
“…Yes. So that was it after all.”
There was no evidence, but so what?
Emotionally, I’d already suspected the same.
As far as proof went, Wrath’s personality and past conduct were enough.
[Wait. No. I……!]
“You expected it?”
“A suspicion.”
At my answer, Commandment’s eyelids slowly moved.
“I spoke unnecessarily.”
It sounded less like an accusation and more like regret over having bothered to say something pointless.
I suddenly felt urgent.
“No. If something catches your reason as it did just now, I would prefer you speak freely and without reservation. One whose horizon of knowledge is broad can see more than one who is ignorant, and no one knows where the difference in insight may become decisive.”
Commandment wasn’t a good person, but who else in this party knew…