Curbing the Loss of Control

"Lady Alvitte!"

"Some humans happened to be transported onto this island. Should you perhaps..."

On the floating island, a Demi-human was reporting the situation to the young Righteous Walker.

Driven by hatred and wariness toward humans, he naturally wanted to ask Alvitte to take action. But before he could finish, Alvitte interrupted him.

The Righteous Walker girl said:

"I have said this before—if it is for self-defense, I am willing to offer you every bit of help and protection. But if they have not shown any hostility, I will never wipe them out merely for a battle that might happen."

"..."

The Demi-human reporting the news changed expression.

The powerful figure who had promised to protect them was refusing to fight at a critical moment.

Even if such a thing could be understood rationally, it would often provoke resentment in reality, perhaps even turn gratitude into hatred.

Yet there was not the slightest trace of resentment on the Demi-human's face. Instead, he was filled with heartfelt admiration.

The Righteous Walker's power was taking effect.

A clear bottom line, an unshakable Willpower, an unchanging goal.

Alvitte's heart and thoughts were conveyed with absolute clarity to the surrounding Demi-humans, effortlessly coloring these people with her own convictions.

The Demi-human then accepted the order and departed.

A moment later, he appeared beside Alvitte again. This time, however, Alvitte spoke first.

"How are the humans on the island?"

"They left," the Demi-human replied respectfully. "Those humans were very cautious. Seeing that we outnumbered them, they chose to turn around and leave."

Alvitte nodded slightly.

She wished to protect the weak, but she also did not want to provoke needless conflict.

At last, Alvitte turned and gazed toward the distant eastern sky, then lowered her head to look at the Friend Channel before her.

"Linsey..."