"Demon Cultivator?"
The girl's pupils widened slightly, then quickly returned to normal.
Sutier tilted her head, pointed at Zhong Yi with one finger, and blinked.
"You, Demon Cultivator?"
"Mm, that's right. I know this is hard to ima—"
Zhong Yi's chatterbox habit flared up again, at the cost of his Behavior score in the upper-right corner plummeting coolly downward.
During plot-triggering segments, the system was especially sensitive to the player's roleplaying behavior. Zhong Yi hurriedly shut his mouth.
"Oh..."
Sutier nodded, looking at him thoughtfully.
"Then, do you eat children?"
"Uh?"
Zhong Yi was dumbfounded.
"My mother used to tell me that children who wouldn't sleep would be taken away and eaten by Demon Cultivators."
The corners of Sutier's lips curled slightly, revealing a mischievous smirk.
"I don't eat them!!!"
Zhong Yi rubbed his forehead, speechless.
The girl pouted. "Then what kind of Demon Cultivator are you..."
"Listen, I'm not joking."
Zhong Yi sighed, putting on a stern expression.
"Demon Cultivators are not good people."
"Does that mean Righteous cultivators are good people? You mean those people who killed my little brother!?"
At the mention of her brother, Sutier's eyes reddened, and her voice rose uncontrollably.
"But I..."
Zhong Yi was momentarily at a loss for words.
Those people from the Demon Suppressing Division cultivated Righteous Path methods meant to slay demons and eliminate evil, yet committed crimes so wicked they made heaven and earth rage.
"At least... you wouldn't kill women and children, would you?"
Sutier wiped at the corners of her eyes, her shoulders trembling slightly.
"If... if it were you..."
"At least my little brother wouldn't have..."
The girl's quiet sobs tormented Zhong Yi's heart.
What was justice? What was evil?
Was the Righteous Path necessarily just?
Was the Demon Path necessarily evil?
The question that had