“What…do you mean…for…myself? I was avenging you…and the vic…tims…”

Clack!

Ms. Bargot’s footsteps cut Shalom’s words short. She put one foot forward and bent her knees in front of Shalom. As she bent down, she matched her eyes to his eye level.

“No, that is not the case.” Ms. Bargot denied his words again.

“Your—no, you and everyone who rebelled against the Count had only one purpose: it was for judgment.” The word Shalom emphasized so much came out of Ms. Bargot’s mouth.

“By Count Dracul’s orders, you and the other knights spread infectious diseases to countless people and sentenced them to a painful death. Because of that, all of you were filled with enormous guilt, but that feeling soon changed to anger. Anger towards the Count who made such an order, all the vassals who followed his orders, and yourselves.”

Shalom’s face changed. It was not because of his injuries, but because Ms. Bargot’s words pierced the core of his soul.

“That’s why all of you welcomed an existence like me wholeheartedly. You made me the poster child for all the victims who suffered under the Count and his knights and used me to justify your group’s idea of judgment.”

“…No.”

“I’m right.” Ms. Bargot crushed Shalom’s feeble attempt to deny her words.

“Our suffering and pain are merely justifications for your actions and so-called ‘judgment.’ They are merely tools for you and your knights to escape from your sins and guilt.”

“No! I-I did it for you…!”

“Sir Shalom,...