Under Makelele's guidance, Serilef finally understood how she differed from Solam. Solam was an asshole. Even though Serilef actually had a fairly good impression of him, she had to admit it. He did things entirely according to his own preferences. While he was not utterly wicked, he was definitely not a good person.
For example, if Serilef encountered an enemy holding someone hostage, she would likely abandon the pursuit to save the hostage. But if it were Solam, he would dare to kill the hostage along with the enemy. Because their starting points were completely different.
When Serilef struck at enemies, it was to protect others. Her focus was on those other people, and she would compromise to ensure their safety. But if Solam struck at an enemy, his motivation would absolutely be for himself. As for everyone else... who were they? He did not know them.
Their logical starting points were different, so the chains of logic that followed would naturally head in completely opposite directions.
"Then what do we do now? I can't find anything on Solam that would specifically attract those people. Or, to put it simply, he has too many valuable things on him. Any one of them might draw those people in. So I can't be sure whether they actually came for Solam."
Makelele did not suspect Serilef of lying, but the statement still sounded a little too boastful.
"Is this Solam really that wealthy?"
Serilef said nothing. She simply took Pale Justice from her waist and placed it directly before Makelele. "Solam gave this to me. No, it should be said that Solam gave it to our Church of Tyr. He also has a Holy Avenger, which he handed over to the Church of Tyr."
Makelele knew that the famous Holy Avenger was in