Chapter 708: Section 490: Walking in the Snow (Part 3)_2
Even if this mortal indeed possessed a soul of purity rarely seen in this world, from the principle of equivalent exchange, it was an impossible feat in the eyes of the Succubus.
And it was precisely because of this, the Succubus could only stand by and watch the young prince sitting there.
"I asked him, ’With that world so sullied and rampant with evil desires, it’s because of these people that Chaos and the Evil God managed to establish coordinates to invade that world.’ In such circumstances, does he still need to pay such a high price to save this world?" The young man looked at the wine in his cup, swirling it until the Succubus, taking up the jest, continued the conversation, "How did he respond, Your Highness?"
"He said, ’He’s saving all the innocents on the planet under his feet who need saving, the souls that still don’t give up in the face of desperation, the warriors who still stand before the innocents in the midst of hell... As for those filthy souls, just leave them to be purified by those he saves,’" the young man with Succubus eyes said, draining his glass and then rising to head toward the exit.
"Your Highness, take care on your way." The Succubus watched the prince leave her bar, leaned back on the soft cushion of her chair, pondered for a moment, and then smiled somewhat helplessly.
Humans are creatures full of endless possibilities, they can be the vilest life in a world or the purest soul.
The Succubus truly hoped for more of the latter, because making such a soul fall would be her happiest moment.
If they couldn’t fall, then let that pure soul purify her instead.
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Constantine Julius didn’t particularly like the grandfather clock in his home, which had been with him since birth. The young people in the family found this surprising; moving in different Sequences, they naturally couldn’t understand their grandfather’s sensitivity to the chimes.
As the Tide of the Dead approached, the clock’s chimes seemed to mimic the footsteps of destruction, each toll signifying its nearing to this world.