“Yes, I believe him,” Nali answered bitterly. “I believe he didn’t lie. He… proved his sincerity with his life. He was different from the other four.”
The Demon King sneered: “Different? Should I say you’re naive or stupid?”
Perhaps Nali’s choice enraged him, and Kalsas regained his previous venomous attitude. He seemed to care nothing for Nali’s thoughts, only wanting to vent his inner anger through cruel words: “You’re too easily moved, too easily trusting. Pepin saw this and led you by the nose to complete everything for him. But did you forget? Who originally led the creation of the device? The great and selfless Lord Pepin.”
He suddenly stood straight, his lips maintaining an attractive yet cold curve: “Who designed the cold-blooded strategy of letting me imprison you, manipulating your emotions, all to achieve time reversal? The big-picture-focused Lord Pepin. The so-called observers are the leaders of those madmen. Isn’t the person who can lead a group of lunatics supposed to be doubly crazy and inhuman? Their internal strife is just a group of mad dogs biting each other, and you want to get involved? You think one side holds the truth?”
Kalsas suddenly lowered and softened his voice, pronouncing each word exceptionally slowly, yet making one’s heart turn cold: “Perhaps, compared to me, he is the true demon.”
He raised his eyes to meet Nali’s gaze, the corner of his eye curving: “And you want to believe him?”
Nali looked at him for a long moment, her expression changing several times, and finally she smiled slightly: “I know Pepin single-handedly created the suffering I experienced.” She saw his eyebrows raise in astonishment, then turn to look at the empty vase on the side table. She continued calmly: “Considering it from his perspective, I can understand his actions.”
Before he could retort, she made a silencing gesture, her voice soft: “I understand him, but I won’t approve of him. But because I understand, I can see that he is the most painful one.”
She tilted her head back: “The more one wants to save, the less one can save. Someone in such painful despair used his life to beg me. How could I refuse?”
