"You no longer counted as one of the wizarding kind."
Su Shijun corrected her without the slightest courtesy.
Fukatsu Ryoko glanced at the witch, paying no mind to her rudeness. Instead, she waved her hand and conjured a mirror before herself, studying the delicate face and scarlet eyes reflected within it.
"I realized that later as well... I gouged out my own eyeballs, and they truly turned red. So I began to believe that I had fallen. But in the beginning, I had not truly fallen yet... Do you know what the first reaction of a Merlin Medal recipient after becoming a demon was?"
A strange smile appeared on the purple-haired demoness's face as she answered softly.
"Suicide."
"But I was in the Black Prison then. A barren Black Prison, lacking in magic. I did not want my corpse to be defiled by those filthy things after I died. So I decided to destroy 'them' myself."
"'Them'!" Zheng Qing vaguely sensed that the word did not refer to the demons in the Black Prison—there was no way that could be true—and the thought sent a chill through his heart.
It seemed she had noticed the wizard's sudden, intense emotional turmoil.
Fukatsu Ryoko tilted her head and looked at Zheng Qing, a bewitching smile on her face. "Yes, them... I decided to eat myself. That way, my corpse would not be ravaged by the perverts in the Black Prison."
The wizard heard the black cat swallow loudly.
The fox tails behind Su Shijun also stopped swaying at that instant, taking on a solemn air. It was an Archwizard's respect for a young witch who had once struggled against fate.
Perhaps because she had not spoken with wizards like this in a very long time, Fukatsu Ryoko showed great interest, tirelessly describing