From hero to the hypocritical cultist spoken of by the people.
Some time later.
Xi Mu, who had negotiated terms with the Witch of Death, stepped out of the castle once again. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he approached Caroline.
"The Witch of Death has offered...a condition," he said, his gaze icy. "If I slay one believer of All Gods, she will allow three believers to live."
"Huh?" Caroline stalled, finding the proposition different from what she had expected, yet somehow it made sense.
"I refused," Xi Mu turned away, his back facing Caroline, "To kill a few for the sake of the many, it's too bizarre."
"The Witch of Death has allowed me not to partake in the battle of the Country of Art, and I have no intention of staying in the Country of Art,"
he waved his hand dismissively.
"You may go."
