Wodime stopped speaking and looked at Kenneth.
This Lord of the Clock Tower, head of the Archibald family, was an orthodox noble and a typical representative of the rotten evil within the world of magecraft.
Wodime waited to see how the man would react.
Shock? Shame? Or would he use that set of hypocritical noble etiquette to conceal the panic in his heart?
He was expecting it.
Expecting this intelligent man who had seen through Chaldeas's truth to empathize with his Despair.
"Ha—"
But to his surprise, Kenneth answered with laughter.
Then the sound rapidly grew louder.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Kenneth laughed so hard that his shoulders shook violently. He raised a hand to cover his forehead, and even several strands of his meticulously combed blond hair fell loose.
Wodime frowned.
The fingers gripping his cane suddenly tightened, his knuckles turning pale.
What was this supposed to mean?
He had torn open his own bloody scars and laid humanity's most extreme evil and most tragic goodness before this man, only to receive such graceless, wild laughter in return?
It was absurd.
"My apologies, my apologies."
Seeing Wodime's displeasure, Kenneth finally stopped laughing.
He took a neatly folded silk handkerchief from the inner pocket of his suit and dabbed at the tears that did not exist in the corners of his eyes.
He tucked the handkerchief back into his pocket, and the smile vanished from his face in an instant.
Only an almost harsh coldness remained on that gaunt face.
"I simply did not expect Kirschtaria Wodime, a man hailed as a genius, to possess such a childish side."
Kenneth leaned forward and looked down at Wodime. "Boy, are you looking down on humanity?"
Wodime froze.
Childish? Looking down on humanity?
To remake a world without evil, he had even compromised with the