"It wasn't like that, I just..." Molo muttered, but he had actually already passed out.
His sense of self could no longer bear such "sin," so he had chosen to faint in this manner.
Yet the City Lord watched everything with an exceedingly strange expression and saw no need to stop it.
Because during this process, an even more stubborn and obstinate thought rose within Molo's mind.
He would never admit that this was his own mistake.
He was not wrong. Everyone else was.
Naimus was wrong. If he had not taken Donna away, then his people would have found the newly refreshed Donna.
If that had happened, Donna would not have developed her current mistaken understanding.
She could have returned to being the Donna she once was and lived happily by his side.
Donna was wrong.
He had sought her out to repay a debt of gratitude. Repaying kindness was a good thing, yet she had refused to accept it. That meant Naimus had already twisted her way of thinking.
Therefore, Donna was wrong. What he needed to do was correct that mistake.
This understanding echoed through his mind. After his mentality had been forced into a corner, Molo underwent this change.
He became increasingly stubborn in his conviction that he had done nothing wrong.
Even his earlier guilt was swept away completely.
"I am the Savior. I spread that information for Donna's sake too."
"To free Donna's Home of Happiness from so much dead weight."
"Donna was simply being irrational and unable to let go of that dead weight. Otherwise, she would have long since been with me, becoming the Savior's woman."
"So from beginning to end, I was never wrong. Others simply failed to understand."
"They don't understand me. They just don't know that I'm doing this