"Because they are bad people! They..." Soka intended to say 'they kill people', but wouldn't that just fall right into the serpent's linguistic trap? The little angel tugged at the Desire Demon's wings. At this moment, the sharp-tongued Eryies should be able to help her. However, Eryies' gaze was hollow, not yet snapped back to reality.
"Who defines good and bad? The Light God? Or you?" The serpent chuckled softly. The little angel opened her mouth, as if wanting to say something, but not a single word came out. She looked at the serpent, stared into his black pupils, then hesitated, glanced at the sleeping Lynch. 'That's right! Brother Lynch never told me what defines good and bad.' It was as if enchanted by magic, she gradually fell silent, her slender eyebrows knitted together, her mind seemingly in chaos.
