Should Chu Mu blame Sampo for not saving Tingyun?
Setting aside whether there really were two Sampos in this world, suppose there was only one, and the Sampo before him was playing dumb.
But so what?
Sampo had reasons to save Tingyun, but he also had the freedom not to intervene.
That was Tingyun's own fate.
Fate-perhaps even Aeons could not escape it.
Chu Mu had not gotten the answer he wanted from Sampo, but he had no reason to blame him.
Perhaps he should write the answer he wanted himself, rather than wait for someone else to give him one.
There was no point in pestering Sampo any further now.
And so, Chu Mu stopped Stelle.
Kafka turned to look at Chu Mu, seeming to understand what he was thinking.
A faint worry lingered in her eyes, and eventually, she let out a soft sigh.
At that moment, Sampo said with tearful gratitude:
"You're the best, big brother! With a big brother like you, I'd gladly lay down my life and follow you to the bitter end."
Chu Mu did not respond to his flattery. Instead, he asked:
"Sampo, what are you doing here?"
March 7th asked curiously as well:
"Yeah, why were you hiding in the snow? Don't tell me you're on the run again?"
"H-how could that possibly be? My dear lady, you've got me all wrong." Sampo blinked. "Ever since the Upper and Underworld merged, I've turned over a new leaf and washed my hands of my old ways. Who in Belobog doesn't know that good old Sampo offers the fairest prices?"
"Really?" March 7th asked. "What kind of business are you doing now? Still collecting junk?"
"What do you mean, collecting junk? That was high-end recyclable resource recovery, thank you very much. Besides, I'm not