"Why?" he asked.
"Because you're kind. Even if you deliberately act cold, you can't fool my eyes."
"I know that every time you kill those Demon Gods with your own hands, a look of sorrow slips into your eyes. It's especially obvious when you kill their people. Even with your mask on, I can still see it."
The serious, earnest look in Guizhong's eyes gave way to sympathy.
She had never experienced those things, so she would not offer Morax insincere comfort or spout bullshit like "Stay strong."
She was simply telling him what she had seen.
Hearing Guizhong's words, Morax fell silent for a moment. He had never expected this seemingly harmless Demon God to uncover what he kept buried deep inside simply by watching him from the shadows.
"Suppose I am the chosen Demon God. What would you do?" he asked.
"There's no need to suppose. You are," Guizhong said firmly.
"All right, all right, I am. So what do I need to do?" Morax could not win an argument with her.
At that, Guizhong slowly turned to face the houses and took two light steps, seemingly lost in thought.
"I may not have much strength, but I can develop mechanisms. That means I'm not completely useless, right?" Guizhong mused aloud.
"Did the Demon God hiding in the shadows teach you how to make those mechanisms?" Morax asked.
"No, I figured them out myself."
"If that Demon God is so powerful, he probably doesn't know anything about mechanical arts, right?"
"If he were both powerful and clever, that would be far too unfair."
Hearing Guizhong's words, Morax smiled. He took two steps forward to stand beside her and said, "That really would be far too unfair."
"Right? A Demon God like that shouldn't exist. After all, heaven is