However, it was precisely because the Evil Spirit Knight treated Bubble too kindly.
That Bubble's view of the Evil Spirit Knight was filtered and not objective enough.
In Bubble's eyes, the Evil Spirit Knight was a good person, a gentle person; but in the eyes of others, perhaps the answer was different.
"And you?" Gleipnir looked at Edward. "You've kept talking about Bubble's perspective. I want to know yours. What kind of person is the Evil Spirit Knight?"
This time, Edward remained silent for quite a while before speaking. "I've had too little contact with the Evil Spirit Knight to judge him. If I have to say something, I feel that the Evil Spirit Knight seems a little... blurred to me."
"Blurred?" Gleipnir had not expected Edward to give such an unusual answer. "Why blurred? What is blurred about him?"
Edward shrugged. "I don't know either. I just feel that the Evil Spirit Knight doesn't seem very real in my eyes, as though there's a veil between us. I can only see him vaguely."
As for why he had this impression, Edward thought about it carefully and felt that the most likely reason was that he had seen the Evil Spirit Knight too few times.
Over the course of several centuries, Edward had only glimpsed him from afar a handful of times.
The only close encounter had been on the day Bubble brought him to the castle. The Evil Spirit Knight registered his role and asked him several questions at close range.
Yet even that close encounter felt blurred to Edward.
He had never seen the Evil Spirit Knight's true face.
The Evil Spirit Knight was always encased in knight's armor, with his helmet sealed tightly in place. His voice emerged from within the helmet with a muffled, echoing quality.