"You're an Emperor Candidate, aren't you?"
Violeta Herrera gazed at Carson Flores with a subtle look in her eyes, "If it were the Human Emperor faced with such a choice, would they be willing to sacrifice themselves?"
Carson Flores calmly replied, "Whether they are willing or not, that's their concern, but I am not."
"Helping humanity, saving humanity, I can try my best, I can even risk my life, but to hand over my life to another person, to make him succeed, I am unwilling."
"I was never a noble person to begin with, moreover, as you know, I come from the Mortal Realm, the people I care about in this world are only a few, everyone else to me is a stranger. If they die, I would feel sorry, I would sympathize, but I would never feel like it's my own fault."
Carson Flores paused for a moment, his gaze fell, landing on the pouch he carried: "I know you can hear me, if you feel that I'm not the person you acknowledge, you can withdraw your recognition."
