"Your reasoning sounds convincing, but something still feels off. Oh, forget it. You look like you've killed plenty of people. Not hundreds, surely?" Koala laughed and studied Werther like some rare animal, trying to understand why a Swordmaster who had killed so many people was usually so easy to talk to.
"I can't remember exactly how many. Somewhere in the five figures, probably. I used to be an Assassin, after all. Now I'm an Adventurer."
"Come with me. I'll get you something good to eat." Werther hadn't eaten since arriving on the island, and he was getting hungry.
"F-five figures? You've killed over ten thousand people? Just how miserable was your childhood?" Koala was thoroughly shaken by his answer. But he showed no sign of wanting to hurt her, and she wasn't sure she could beat him anyway, so she followed him toward the shore.
"What kind of rude assumptions are you making? What does my childhood have to do with it? In an age this chaotic, people die all the time. Haven't people died because of your Revolutionary Army? Do you think that makes you wrong?" Werther kept chatting with Koala as he headed for the ship.
"Of course not! We're trying to change this Abomination of a world and overthrow the rotten World Government. Those Dragon People trample all over ordinary people's dignity. Everyone should be equal." Koala immediately spoke up when Werther criticized the Revolutionary Army.
"On that point, I agree with you. As far as I'm concerned, all intelligent beings are equal, whether they're Fish-Men or members of the Mink Tribe. But that isn't how things work. Some people are strong, and some are weak.
"As for the Dragon People... Koala, remember this: they're just part of a cycle.
"Every new dynasty begins full of life,