The young girl wholeheartedly worshipped a divine being.
Strictly speaking, that one was not actually a "god," but as the "proxy of gods," freed from the shackles of common sense and laws, reigning supreme over all things in the world, it was indeed something that could be regarded as a "god."
He was the invincible god of war, the omniscient god of wisdom, the god of wealth, the god who wrote laws, and also the compassionate god who rescued the young girl and her brother from hell.
To the girl, he was the god, absolute and singular.
The child who stood beside the god, basked in the divine radiance, was the god's child, a childhood friend with whom she had grown up, and also the object of her affection.
And now, that boy stood opposite to god and her, siding with those irredeemable fools, becoming their enemy.
Too foolish.
Unforgivable.
So be it—
"Major, Major."
