In the prison, the Paladin extended an invitation to the Demon.
Come!
Hold my hand!
Join me in a gamble against the will of the world!
Using my purity as a wager, to bet on whether you are evil or not.
"..."
In Flora's eyes, Herbert seemed to have gone mad.
This is indeed a gamble.
And it is a gamble where the stakes differ vastly from the potential rewards.
If I am indeed evil, then after receiving my blessing, Herbert would also fall.
Then, his entire life would be ruined.
He could no longer hold the position of Prison Warden, and might even be sent to the stake by the monks of the Monastery.
But if, as Herbert claimed, I am not evil… it would prove only that point.
Other than that, Herbert gains nothing.
Why are you taking such a risk?
Flora didn't speak, but her eyes and expression revealed all her thoughts.
Why?
Why would you do this?
Why would you go to such lengths for me?
Is it worth it?
Is all of this really worth it?
