In Planai's special cell, after a brief silence, Poet of Great Love still gave no response to Planai's question: "Why did you choose me?"
The black-haired, green-eyed figure merely smiled softly.
"Why are you smiling?"
"I just remembered something very happy."
Poet of Great Love answered that Planai had never seen a truly useless, disgraceful demon.
"Are you laughing at how I look?"
"It may have something to do with what you said just now, but only ten percent."
"..."
Poet of Great Love's answer left Planai puzzled, but he felt that the King was not truly mocking him. Rather, it was as though he had somehow denied Planai's words, making him understand that he was not a useless Great Demon.
At last.
"King, I have only one question. Can't we flee directly to the Southern Continent, then return a hundred years later? We don't have to keep getting entangled in the whirlpool of the Protos Empire. This is an opportunity to quickly realize our long-cherished wish, but the risks are too great."
Planai kept his head lowered as he spoke solemnly to Poet of Great Love.
"No. This is the one thing I cannot promise you, nor can I lie to you."
Poet of Great Love answered his question swiftly.
Thus, Planai fell silent once more.
After giving Planai some time to think, Poet of Great Love spoke again.
"Planai, the more skilled you become at calculation, the more you'll realize that you can never calculate your way past change. Even Future Sight isn't enough. Not even the Goddess of Fate can control everything. Otherwise, the Rebirth Church would never have existed. You should understand this principle better than I do."
Poet of Great Love sat before Planai, resting both hands lightly on his knees as he murmured to