"I see, so this is my brink end." With a sinking heart, the demon crawled to plead, prostrating. His bright smile was still there but now was sullied by his own tears. Not even facing his opponent eye to eye, his confidence and courage was challenged and his justice didn't prevail. "If this is my fate, then I, Jaro Lagoon, shall be your—"
"Fool!"
The word echoed in his mind. A 'fool', wherever Jaro goes, there would always be this title following him, numerous voices from the people he knew were haunting him.
'You're such a fool, there is no way that us demons would mingle with those mortals.'
'So what? Even if they had feelings, they didn't deserve a single bit of it.'
'There is no such thing as justice! Don't act like a kid and go clean this street!'
'Are you a fool!? You almost died! The village is no more! You hear me? No more!'
'You can't cultivate, forget about it.'
