The moment I emerged from the passage, I found myself facing eyes filled with doubt.
I could understand why.
To someone who knew nothing, what I'd just done would have been impossible to make sense of.
“Inquisitor.”
“Yes.”
But that could be explained slowly.
We had plenty of time now.
“Close the passage.”
“Pardon?”
We would have enough time for a proper farewell.
“But Commandment—”
“Commandment will not come.”
I gave a slight shake of my head as I felt the presence of hundreds standing behind the Inquisitor.
The Inquisitor's eyes widened.
So did Sir Zuria's, who stood a short distance away.
“Wh-What do you mean?”
And Sir Sapphire asked before either of them could.
Leaning forward as though ready to charge at any moment, the knight appeared to be restraining the impulse only by reminding himself of my position.
“What do you mean, the traitor isn't coming—”
“I'm sorry.”
I didn't make a long explanation.
I had clearly noticed what Commandment intended.
I had even possessed an opportunity to stop her.
And yet I hadn't.
That had been entirely my own choice.
“What…….”
“I truly am sorry.”
I knew Sir Sapphire and Sir Zuria—and even Faust—hated her a great deal.
Objectively speaking, the damage she'd caused was enormous.
And although it had not been completely of her own free will, she had still…