When the player teleported back to the Elden Throne, Miquella had already been waiting for some time.
Miquella was still radiant. "Hmm, Malenia said a few unnecessary things... My lord, there is no need to hesitate so."
He walked toward the player, his steps unhurried, as though approaching an ending long since ordained. "I promise you that everyone will receive kindness. Love will connect the world, and people will enter an eternally beautiful dream. And the work of reality will be mine to shape... How perfect."
He tilted his head slightly, his golden lashes casting shadows in the light of Grace. "Oh, do you not want that beautiful world?"
Without waiting for the player to answer, he began his rebuttal. His voice was as soft as a hymn, yet it echoed through the empty hall with a suffocating weight. "O Tarnished, listen reverently to my questions."
"Are the righteous equal to sinners? If the power and wealth of those above can conceal their crimes, who can pass judgment upon them?
Are prostitutes equal to respectable women? If the weak must abandon their dignity to survive, who can offer them salvation?
If truth, goodness, and beauty truly are the foundations of all that is good, who left them to wail in this suffering world?
If human life is born weak, from which god can it obtain peace?"
His voice gradually rose, no longer an Empyrean's whisper, but something like a declaration. "In this world, where 'the strong turn their blades upon the weak, and the victors drive the lives of the defeated to their end,' there is nothing but endless natural selection and the boundless suffering of the weak that follows! Survival is so difficult that it almost takes on an inherent injustice."
"There is only one thing I wish to