Within the passage inside the rift, Commandment did not spend long wondering about the Adventurer, who still had not appeared.
“Wrath must have done something.”
“Is that so?”
“That fool could hardly have fled in terror.”
Even if he had been frightened, it would not matter. As long as the Inquisitor remained here, that man was not the sort to retreat alone.
“I do not agree that he is foolish, but you are correct that he would not run away. He has always borne even burdens that were never his to atone for.”
Likewise, even if the demon interfered with him, there was no chance he would yield to it and fail to come here.
His stubbornness in devoting himself to others and protecting everyone had already been pushed to such an extreme that it bordered on obsession.
“Even though he never had any reason to do so.”
“Do not attempt to measure the stupidity of a fool.”
A disposition one was born with was incurable.
All the more so once one had suffered from it for a long time.
It could not be cured, and therefore could not be measured.
All one could do was click one’s tongue and watch.
“Stupidity, you say… Then why did you come here?”
“What manner of question is that?”
“As I recall, your goal was merely to kill Pride. Capturing Satan was never part of…