Yevkarina didn’t know what to say because she knew everything. The late Father Bishop knew it as well. I was just reminding her of it. The winners would never pay the price, it didn’t matter whether it was on Earth or on this continent. It was a constant that applied everywhere.

‘It is indeed.’

There wasn’t anything simpler than that. No matter how much we tried to make ‘encouraging good and punishing evil’ sound good, we would still end up living by the rule I had mentioned earlier. Yevkarina looked as if she agreed with me even though she was biting her lips and glaring at me.

Naturally, I continued talking with a smile. “Am I wrong?”

“...”

“You seem like you don’t want to answer, but I’ll take that as a positive answer. As I told you just now, we are the same. If you had won this battle, I would have been the one who would pay the price. Thinking about it that way, though, it’s a bit disappointing. Ha…”

“I’m different from you. Y-you’re a piece of trash,” Yevkarina remarked.

“Do you hate your own kind?” I asked.

“I’m not a piece...