"Wantonly rewriting another person's will, treating others as your tools. You would do this for no more than a ridiculous reason like that?"
Dottore gave a cold snort. "If one possesses great power and still suppresses oneself, how is that any different from those mediocrities? I am merely obeying my own desires."
Mo Wang looked at him and slowly shook his head.
He had already seen through it.
This man was exactly the kind of person he hated most.
He could trample over other people's lives for the sake of his own desires, reducing every emotion in life to nothing but profit and craving. He had no human moral principles whatsoever, and looked down on every act of kindness.
In his eyes, this was even worse than beings like Aha and Nanook—at least those two still admitted to their own madness and Destruction.
"Now," Mo Wang said calmly, pointing at Dottore, "hand over the Moon Marrow on you. That thing does not belong to you."
When Dottore heard that, he laughed instead.
"Does not belong to me?" he asked back. "Then who can it belong to? That already vanished... Columbina?"
He laughed even harder, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain.
"Speaking of which, that child truly was adorable. She clearly possessed the status of the Moon God. If she had wanted to, she could have seized the Lunar Moment Force of all Nordkalle and maintained her own existence. Yet because of those ridiculous moral principles, and... bonds? She chose to let herself disappear."
He shook his head, his tone full of regret, while his face was written all over with ridicule.
"How boring."
Mo Wang looked at him quietly, and the last trace of emotion in his eyes vanished as well.
Only calm remained.
A calm like moonlight.
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