"Yes, I can't fight evil spirits. Even among ordinary people, I'm weak. My height and build limit me, but I've already done everything I could to help you."
"But what have I gotten in return?"
"I don't care about the situation we're in now. Fighting evil spirits, saving the world—none of that is what I want. All I wanted was your concern, your care."
"But I was completely ignored. I know Kelly looks down on me. She thinks it's hilarious that I like her. She'd rather like a sixty-year-old old man than choose me."
"Those aren't even the main reasons. But through the aura of the great evil spirit inside me, and through your words, I truly felt the power of those high-level evil spirits!"
"We can't defeat them. Ash, you've fought evil spirits for thirty years, yet they still exist. They're still active in this world, and people suffer because of them every day."
"Rather than living in constant fear, we might as well join the evil spirits early. We may lose our freedom that way, but at least there'll be less despair and pain."
"I'm exhausted. Stop holding on, everyone! We can't win!"
Pablo poured out everything in his heart in one breath. Bloodshot veins bulged in his eyes, and the veins in his neck stood out sharply, showing just how agitated he was.
"Ruby, I'm in great condition right now. Or rather, I've never felt this good before. I feel wonderful all over!"
"Silly child, are you really at ease? Look down at the wounds on your body. They're bleeding. Those were caused by evil spirits, weren't they?" Hank said.
Pablo froze for a moment at those words and raised his arm.
"No, Uncle, you're wrong. I inflicted these wounds myself. Every cut represents my determination, my