"If the Demon King isn't evil, then what is she?"
No one answered Artemis's question, nor could anyone answer it.
Because perhaps even the Supreme Gods did not know the answer to that question.
What was the true nature of the Demon King, who could render even the Almighty Goddess helpless against her and completely nullify the power of the Supreme Gods? Who could be fortunate enough to see it?
A demon?
Or that "she" spoken of in the records of the Stone Tablets?
Everyone's thoughts grew increasingly complicated, and some even began to feel irritated.
Only then did Shien glance at Artemis and ask a question.
"Didn't you once challenge the Demon King?" Shien asked bluntly. "As someone who, like most Heroes throughout history, directly challenged the Demon King, you should know what kind of existence she was, right?"
Shien's words made Artemis freeze.
The memories she had buried deep within her mind for countless years were finally unearthed once more.
—"Justice."
—"Order."
These were the two concepts Artemis had carried with her upon being born into this world, and they were also what she had to uphold throughout her life.
This was the meaning of her existence.
This was the law by which she lived.
Those who knew of her believed that her strict adherence to justice and maintenance of order were flaws in her as a Transcendent Class existence. They believed it was the price she had to pay for possessing excessive power.
Just like her fellow sister of the God Race—the strongest Evil Goddess, whom she had never formally met yet had long heard much about—perhaps Artemis had been destined to possess some abnormality in her mind from the moment of her birth.
Yet Artemis had never considered that a bad thing.
She did regard justice