Goldie silently looked at the patched-up puppet lying below it.
Now, up close—
Seeing the damage inflicted on it, along with its missing arm, Goldie couldn't help but wonder if what it had done, as the book instructed had truly been the correct choice.
Even though Goldie had already intended to step in if that woman tried to kill it but...seeing the state of the puppet up close now make it feel a bit wrong.
"…"
It finally learned not to trust everything the book said and instructed, and that it had to be flexible.
Goldie lowered its gaze to its own large and powerful hand.
Then it slowly knelt down, placing its palm gently against the puppet's chest, ignoring the alert demonic disciples surrounding it.
It wasn't that Goldie didn't care about these "enemies".
Goldie simply knew that.
...Killing all of them would be easy and quick.
