"Ahhh—!"
With a scream that seemed capable of piercing the heavens, the Wind Clan Chief, who had hidden her true face all this time, plummeted straight into the Great Cave. Her voice echoed within it, growing more and more distant.
Riezel watched it all coldly, with no intention whatsoever of stopping Oberon. He was like an entirely unrelated outsider.
"You really are cold." Even Oberon seemed surprised by Riezel's reaction. Whether in astonishment or regret, he said, "I thought you'd at least try to stop me."
"There was no need." Riezel replied blandly, "Even if you hadn't done this, the thing inside would have come out sooner or later. Better to let it come out early, so it doesn't waste our time."
"Besides, you were right." Riezel curled his lips into a smile. "I really do hate that woman."
"Ha ha!" Oberon laughed. As if nothing had changed, his smile was as gentle as the spring breeze, and he looked truly delighted as he said, "I knew I hadn't misjudged you, Riezel. Just like me, you loathe everything in this world from the bottom of your heart!"
"You're wrong about that." Riezel corrected him calmly. "I only hate fairies. As for this Britain Lostbelt, whether it exists or not has nothing to do with me. Even if it is filled with sin, I'm no god of justice, so naturally I have no reason to judge it."
"I want to destroy it only because it stands in my way, because it obstructs the people I want to take with me."
"But you're different from me, aren't you?"
The way Riezel looked at Oberon was not how one looked at a person. It was more like he was looking at a being of another species.
"As the very desire for destruction produced