"If I don't go along with bad people, I won't do bad things. And if I don't do bad things, that means I'm not a bad person, right? Hahaha, such an innocent little girl's way of thinking. But that self-consistent logic really does sound rather reasonable."
After hearing Aina's interpretation of "evil people and their lackeys," Ganatica's first reaction was actually to freeze for a moment. Because at that instant, he suddenly thought of who had truly forced him to walk the path of evil all the way into darkness.
Wasn't it that spellcaster whose strength had grown at a terrifying pace—Whisper of Destruction? Long, long ago, he had given Ganatica power, guided him toward the goal of "revenge," controlled him into slaughtering defenseless innocents, and stirred up absurd hatred to cloud his heart...
Yes, Ganatica understood all too well. As the passage of time had carried away so much emotion from those distant memories, and as he could now recall Pandora's appearance and smile without the slightest ripple in his heart, the much more mature Ganatica had long realized what kind of terrifying existence he had made a deal with back then. What a cost-effective transaction that had been. Without even noticing it, this fool had spent three hundred thousand years working for some evil, cold-blooded mage.
"Sigh, a lackey is a lackey. How could one possibly escape the control of the true mastermind? Evil is committed at every moment, so how could a guest returned from hell ever have a chance at freedom? There is no redemption, no choice. Even death is nothing more than a distant luxury. A walking corpse—that's exactly what a pitiful creature like me is."
Shaking his head helplessly and sighing, Ganatica casually took out a gold coin and tossed it to Aina. Once