It was far too unreasonable—unreasonable to the extreme. She was a Heroic Spirit who had achieved great deeds in life. How could this possibly make any sense?
Lin Yan voiced his question to Ruler, and she immediately showed a sorrowful expression as she softly said:
"I'm afraid 'Red' Archer had never seen that kind of 'evil' before."
"Never... seen it?"
"Hell came in many different forms. Atalanta might have seen villages slaughtered by demonic beings, or witnessed the tyranny of foolish and cruel kings."
But that hell was completely different from anything she had seen before. There was a fatal distinction. In that Whitechapel, justice simply did not exist. No matter how hard one searched, there was no trace of justice to be found.
But neither did evil exist. Whether it was the Queen, the doctor, the police officer, the criminal, the prostitute, or the orphan, none of them were incarnations of evil, nor were they representatives of justice. The air was simply too heavy. That overly oppressive gray sky seemed as though it would crush them all.
Of course, Jack the Ripper should have been an evil existence. But the cause was merely children who had been ruthlessly abandoned. All they held was the tiny wish to return to a place of rest.
"So that was why you apologized?"
"Yes. Please remember this, Lin Yan."
Ruler turned around. The hazy streetlights reflected her illusory smile.
"The positions of justice and evil are extremely complicated. Under all sorts of circumstances, they can switch places. At least to 'Red' Archer, I am undoubtedly an 'evil' existence."
"You... are evil?"
"Yes. Just as 'Red' Archer said, I believe so as well. I... am not a Saintess at all."
"I am not a Saintess," Ruler said.
It was a denial of herself, a