"If I kill that guy a few more times, he will completely fall and become an Evil Fiend."
"Yes."
Adalbert heaved a deep sigh: "But it can't be said to be a failure—the Dead River Armament might not be able to create an immortal human, but it can certainly create a new Blood Demon... That is why I think it should be destroyed as soon as possible."
"But if you were the one guarding it..." The Deceased Monarch stared intently at the slightly frowning White Folk, as if convincing himself: "Then perhaps... it could be acceptable."
"...I'm just thinking."
Ian did not respond directly to the 'trust' that Adalbert was hoping for.
He simply unbelted his waist, allowing his robe to loosen, the youth gazed at the pitch-black Dead River Armament, murmuring to himself, posing another question: "If fear, hatred, and despair can catalyze the emergence of 'demons' in the Domain of Void."
"Then can trust, hope, and joy catalyze 'angels'?"
"The Deceased Monarch... is an artificial god."
