Chapter 394.1
“I have no idea,” Eugene admitted. Flora and fake Jin were like oil and water. Predicting the outcome of Flora using that spell was impossible.
“That darkness within Flora…” Eugene had occasionally sensed a hidden darkness in Flora, but wasn’t that true for most people? After all, who didn’t have the capacity for negativity?
Eugene didn’t believe in universal moral categories. There were surely those born with a natural inclination towards good, and others inherently drawn to evil. But the majority, like herself and perhaps Flora, existed in a spectrum. They were simply people, more or less forgiving of their own flaws.
If only she could be as clear-cut as the fake Jin, who dismissed Flora as simply “evil.” It would be easier. Easier to write her off, to erase her from the equation.
Eugene sighed, her eyes returning to the notebook. Aldrit had promised to pass on the advice from the elder and update her on Flora’s reaction.
“Right,” she thought, a new resolve forming. “Flora’s voice matters. Until I know where she stands, worrying is pointless.”
[Your Highness.]
Eugene acknowledged promptly, seizing her pen to respond. [Did you converse with her?]
[Yes,] Aldrit confirmed. [She expresses her intent to embrace the role of a shaman. Furthermore, she desires a direct audience with Your Highness, hence her presence with me presently.]