His heart jolted, and all the fear in it vanished at once. In a trembling yet firm voice, he asked, "Was it you... were you the one who brought me to this world?"
Edward truly had not expected Roselle to ask that question, but he quickly worked out his train of thought. He had to admit, the young Roselle was rather reckless. Was that the sort of question, one that laid all his secrets bare, that he could casually ask an "Evil God" of unknown origin?
So, should I answer?
Whether the answer was "yes" or "no," it would reveal that he knew about Roselle's "transmigration."
Roselle regretted it now, too. He had not expected to blurt out that question in a moment of rashness, and hurriedly said, "I... I mean, were you the one who brought me into your Divine Kingdom?"
Edward nearly laughed. Weren't you so brave just now? Why try to cover it up? So he said mildly, "No."
Roselle clenched his fists, thought for a moment, and asked again:
"Then may I know... how I came to your Divine Kingdom?"
If it really had something to do with that Silver Medal, Roselle suspected that the mysterious being before him must have some connection, however slight, to his transmigration.
"Of course, but I prefer an equivalent exchange. What are you prepared to pay for me to answer your question?"
The question silenced Roselle. That's right. What can I offer to make a being who might be a God answer my question? Even if the question seems simple.
"How about this? Do something for me."
Here it comes!
An Evil God's temptation!
Roselle's nerves tightened. He had heard a Bishop of the Church say that some Evil Gods used the promise of granting wishes to lead people into