Chapter 105: Sheep and Poetry
This was a genuine provocation.
If one were to say this elsewhere, although it would be annoying, it wasn’t a problem in a strict sense. The current major religions were more lenient. If a religious person were to hear it, they would at give a stern glare. Jesse Dylan wouldn’t be burn at the stake, nor would he be hanged by a noose and tarred and feather.
However, this wasn’t a bustling tavern nor a crowded street at dusk. It was the nave of the main church of the Abyssal Church.
Adrian stood quietly besides Jesse, slightly lowering his upper body, like a leopard waiting to pounce. The demon warlock behind the sermon table was silent for a few seconds; a few tentacles stuck out of his cuffs, pointing straight in the direction of the blond young man. The color of the tips of the translucent tentacles gradually turned black, like the eyes of a snail sticking out.
“Please continue,” the demon warlock’s tone remained polite, but it was a lot colder than previous. “Forgive me for not understanding your point of view.”
As a preacher, this response was truly qualified for the position he held. Adrian however didn’t plan to let down his guard. He stared at the swinging tentacles and clenched the metal bow in his hand.
Jesse let out a long “oh”, and the glee in his tone became a bit heavier. “According to what you just said, you seem to be pretty sure that your enemy… Well, humans have turned their backs on your God.”
“You’re right,” the demon warlock responded. The tentacles sticking out of his cuffs move slowly. “I was also a human once and I was blinded by the various religions. Demons are evil and needed to be exorcized. This concept had been deeply rooted in people’s hearts, and the opposite of the Demon King is God— Who regulates all this? Few would seek the truth.”
“After thinking one step further than others, do you think that what you see is the ‘truth’?” the blond young man sneered. Adrian could hear the sarcasm in his voice. “It’s better to say, you hope that it’s the truth— I have read your teachings, the Demon King… Oh, sorry, your God is the image of a victim. It endured betrayals and killings but doesn’t say a word. What a ‘kind’ and ‘great’ sacrifice.”