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Human emotions. Amon was very interested in this subject.
He leaned against the wall, adjusted his glasses, and asked, "Do you regret not collecting her soul?"
He thought Edward would nod, but to his surprise, Edward denied it without hesitation.
"A soul with a little character was worth a second look, but that was nowhere near enough to qualify as a human I would collect."
So Amon considered this seriously and asked rationally, "Is Richard Ernst the only person on this planet you consider worth collecting?"
Edward hummed an affirmative, showing little reaction to the name. His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest; he still seemed to have some thoughts on the matter. "I do have rather high hopes for him, though I don't think he'll live long enough to be collected by me. No, he certainly won't."
"Opposing colonization and supporting independence-he cannot escape punishment."
"Disrespecting gods and awakening people-he cannot escape death."
The evening sunlight fell on the Devil. He blocked the sun shining on his face with his hand, his black eyes narrowing slightly, then could not help laughing aloud. "There are too many reasons and too many ways to want him dead. Or rather, wiping out an evil church requires no reason at all. Richard should even thank the feeble, incompetent Temperance Faction and that dead Highlands Princess. If she were still alive, the gods would inevitably choose between her and Richard."
"One is the leader of the Temperance Faction, a remnant who could be destroyed by the Indulgence Faction at any time, barely scraping by while clinging to the Seven Gods. The other is an angel of an evil church with considerable influence among the lower classes, who refuses to obey the gods. Who to eliminate and who to choose could hardly be clearer."