"An opportunity?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little bewildered.
What kind of opportunity was absolute equality supposed to be?
There had to be something wrong with this queen—or goddess, or whatever she was, right? Based on everything they had learned from yesterday until now, he was more inclined to see this Scathach-Skadi as a god who was anything but benevolent.
Absolute benevolence represented absolute cruelty.
What had happened to the humans in this Lostbelt was the best proof of that.
"I mean, as long as we don't openly declare war, that queen won't see us as enemies. Absolutely won't."
Napoleon added.
"Isn't the ruler of this Lostbelt on the same side as the Crypters? And we drove back so many of their envoys."
Mash noticed something strange.
According to her original understanding, the Crypters of this Lostbelt and the king who ruled it should have been acting in unison.
"You're oversimplifying both the Lostbelt King and the Crypters."
Napoleon shook his head.
"The Lostbelt King is the Lostbelt King, and the Crypters are the Crypters. They do share common interests, but that doesn't mean they must always advance and retreat together."
"Moreover, the responsibilities of the Crypters and the Lostbelt King aren't equal. Their relationship is more fragile than you imagine."
"As for those envoys we killed..."
The bold, manly Servant smiled and waved a hand.
"Something on that level isn't enough to shatter the goddess's love."
Something on that level...
"Though you may find this hard to believe, I can prove it."
"That goddess who calls herself the Mother of Scandinavia truly has the generosity to forgive something like that."
"It feels like Mr. Napoleon has nearly finished gathering all the information on Scandinavia already. In any case, thank you so much."
Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke gratefully.
Napoleon's wealth of information