“…Why?”
No, seriously.
Why?
Why is the answer that she’s fine with it?!
I was so taken aback that I ended up blurting the question aloud.
Fortunately, nobody seemed to care about my reaction.
“How could I stop the Great Warrior from doing what she chooses to do?”
Instead, the girl turned toward me and answered clearly.
It was an absurd answer.
“…Weren’t you two… close?”
“Do people in the south describe a relationship where one person clings one-sidedly to the other as being close?”
Well, no.
But if you’re the one clinging one-sidedly, shouldn’t that make you even more desperate to stop her?!
She’s going somewhere she might die……!
“…What I intend to do is kill Satan. We will be facing the mightiest demon in the world, in a place even more dangerous than this snowy field.”
“Yes.”
“Needless to say, the danger involved is beyond description. She merely said she cannot guarantee she will return alive, but in practical terms, the odds may actually be greater that she returns dead.”
They said words had a way of coming true.
Setting aside the fact that I was trying to scare her, did I make that sound too much like a curse?
No.
Even the wolf this time had forced us into a desperate struggle.
I could not say for certain whether Satan was stronger or weaker than that wolf, but Satan was at the very least an existence on a comparable level.
Considering that, even what I had just said might not actually have been an exaggeration.
I decided not to take it back.
“And even knowing that, are…