The Inquisitor quietly watched Deathbringer casually slip away, then finally nodded.
He had always hated attending gatherings arranged by important people in the first place, so she had concluded that it would be difficult to make him stay this time as well. Besides, she herself had no desire to force him to remain when he clearly did not want to.
“Though our conversation got sidetracked for a moment… he is right. I have no intention of being angry with you either. Just as he said, I have no reason to be.”
Instead, she returned her attention to the conversation they had originally been having. The boy's body gave a small jolt.
“Even so…….”
The Inquisitor deliberately did not continue in the face of his low self-esteem. She knew that the boy was not asking again because he did not understand, nor was he questioning her again because he lacked certainty.
The boy simply did not want to believe it.
Whether this was truly something he deserved to be given. Whether he was truly allowed to enjoy it.
“Before the Adventurer returned, he asked me something.”
“……?”
“He asked what I wanted to do once everything was over. What I intended to do afterward.”
That was not an answer she could give him. Even if she did, the boy would refuse it.
So rather than repeat the same things everyone else had already told him, the Inquisitor recalled a question and answer she had once shared with the Adventurer.
“I told him I wanted to travel.”
A journey to rescue people and save lives.
At the same time,…