Looking into Viscount Lister Roald's threatening eyes, then at Lady Naberal lying in bed, who had long since lost all will to live and sought only death, Raymond suddenly let out a faintly contemptuous laugh.
"Ha ha ha ha!
Interesting. It had been a long time since I had encountered something this interesting.
If you do not mind, could you tell me what you sacrificed when you used the Behelit?
Was it your wife and newborn child?
Or your elder brother, whom you had once admired and loved?
Or were they both part of the sacrifice?
Did you feel pain when you sacrificed them?
When you thought of them again now, did you feel regret and guilt?
Did your twisted, morbid feelings for Lady Naberal stem from that as well?
Do not deny it!
The fact that only she could bear you these cursed descendants already explained quite a lot.
After all, the Behelit was essentially a medium that connected one to the God of the Abyss within the Sea of Ideas, and the God of the Abyss fulfilled the wishes of everyone who offered a sacrifice.
And such wishes were not the sort people constantly spoke of, but their true desires hidden deep in their hearts—desires they themselves might not even have realized they possessed."
"Aren't you from the Imperium across the sea? How did you know these secrets?"
Viscount Lister Roald frowned instinctively.
"Did you think the God of the Abyss, the God Hand, and Apostles existed only on this continent? No. They existed throughout the entire world. So please answer the question I just asked."
Raymond smiled as he began to seize the initiative.
Though he looked so tiny before the enormous Apostle, the aura he gave off was now completely different from before.
As a fairly