The Empress's figure seemed to grow even more solid.
Her elegant yet icy eyes never left Phield for a single moment.
Something's wrong.
Cold sweat instantly ran down Phield's back.
I've been making assumptions from the very beginning, treating the Empress as some angel sent to save everyone.
I'm acting just like an incurable gambler.
This is an erotic world.
How could something this perfect possibly exist…?
For all I know, after suppressing the demons, she may have become the leader of the demonic army… Ahem.
Human greed gradually led people into the abyss.
But if the Empress really had become a demon, there'd be no reason for her to persuade me not to kill them.
Maybe I'm just overthinking things.
Perhaps she's simply an impossibly kind saint.
Just to be safe, I shouldn't go in yet.
At the very least, I absolutely must not open the last treasure chest.
After a rapid series of calculations, caution finally triumphed over greed.
