"You seem quite revered by this Evil Spirit."
Seeing Jello leave, Vika poured Will another drink and then said.
"I wouldn't say revered... more like hopeful," Will replied blearily, uncertain, "When we're young, we all probably have such fantasies, a force of absolute power executing justice across the world, but as we grow older, we come to realize it's impossible."
"Do you think the Evil Spirit has become this force?" Vika asked.
"Who knows? But just thinking about a monster chasing evil people, it's inevitable to feel this world isn't so bad. If you've done evil, then there's a monster chasing you until you pay the price," Will pondered, "like the Sharp Sword dangling above everyone's head."
Will's words suddenly stopped as he suspiciously eyed Vika, the mysterious and esteemed bartender.
"You wouldn't happen to know what the Evil Spirit is, would you?"
Vika smiled, but before he could say anything, Will hastily waved his hand to silence him.
