Their gazes locked in midair; Naily’s body trembled slightly. Kalsas saw this, mockingly touching his chest, speaking in a cold tone: “If repeatedly letting the hero kill me could truly save this world and make people happy, I’d have nothing to say. But even after repeated attempts, humans are still stupid, selfish, repeatedly destroying themselves and heading towards their end. In such a world where no one can be happy, such a bastard of a world, it would be better to just destroy it completely.”
He spoke somewhat urgently and began to cough. Naily took a step forward, but the other party gave her a warning glance. The despair in his red eyes was too intense and too passionate, drawing a clear line before her, forcing her to suppress her own movement.
“You know this, yet you still choose to fight for someone you’ve never known, even if you’ll be hurt and suffer…
Naily closed her eyes briefly, her tone still calm: “I cannot bear the weight of thousands of lives.” She shook her head, repeating a sentence she had silently recited many times: “I cannot sacrifice others because of my own wrong choices. They are innocent.”
“And I am guilty,” Kalsas added expressionlessly.
Naily slowly opened her eyes, looking directly back at him: “If you are determined to think so… then I am equally guilty.”
Kalsas reached out his hand to Naily. His fingertips seemed to draw her, making her take half a step closer.
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her down into his embrace. Those dark night-like wings spread out, wrapping her from behind, creating a small, semi-isolated world.
This embrace was not as bloody as expected; the Demon King had apparently treated his wounds during her absence. He kissed her earlobe gently: “You don’t know what you’re saying,” he paused meaningfully, a hint of laughter in his voice, “but I’m glad.”
As if feeling this wasn’t accurate enough, he shook his head and corrected: “No, the fact that you diverted the pursuers for me is enough.
His frank and pure joy unexpectedly crashed into her heart. Naily couldn’t help but feel somewhat dazed. She bit her lip, unable to muster the strength to push him away.
