Inheritance of All Humanity

"How many exactly? Can you give me a specific range? I mean things you personally saw or heard," Light asked.

"About... twenty. Yes, twenty," Hamorro said.

Light nodded again and said, "The twenty Egyptian sorcerers you encountered were certainly wrong when they looked down on mages. But for most of their lives, were they wrong or right? What about the knowledge they learned, the good deeds they did, and the other things they said—were those wrong or right? Hamorro, answer me."

The voices in the dining hall grew even quieter. Many mages vaguely understood what Light was getting at.

Hamorro nodded heavily and said, "I understand. Although I hated what they said back then, several of those Egyptian sorcerers treated me well and even helped me. They were wrong at that time—or rather, some of their words and actions were wrong, and some of their thoughts were wrong. But they also had many things that were right and good. Those twenty people were not villains."

Light sighed and said, "Everyone, let's sort through what happened. This fellow Hamorro encountered twenty ordinary Egyptian sorcerers who made verbal mistakes but had committed no great evil, and then instinctively judged all twenty-five thousand people to be wrong. Next, he began to hate all sorcerers, then all of Egypt and all Egyptians, and finally incited everyone to wage war against Egypt! Tell me, isn't this fellow Hamorro a bastard?"

Light wore a faint smile at the end.

Some mages smiled knowingly, and Hamorro laughed awkwardly.

A large number of mages fell into thought, while others opened their Magic Books and began taking careful notes.

Light said, "Every master teaches us to ask why, to keep questioning, to pursue the root of the matter. So let me ask: why should we destroy all of Egypt