Chapter 518: Mythic Joy
"Ah, the Red Sorcerer. Just the man I wanted to talk to."
"Hm? Myth?"
Following their conversation, Xander had much to think about. As expected, Alastair was right outside, waiting. He was thinking about these people he served. That expression on his face said it all.
"I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. ...I do care."
There were those that looked down upon the morals of humanity. Sometimes, Dasha himself did. But to not see value in morals, to not understand the benefits, was equally as foolish. To be a merciless serial killer with no qualm or morals meant to stand in the spotlight. A light that would soon burn flesh. It was unwise to walk with no sense of care unless one had the power to back it up.
Even Dasha on Earth could not randomly pick up a gun and start slaughtering. No, in his world, there were cameras and phones. People were numerous and paranoid. Humans were counted and recorded in documents and lists. Every action had to be calculated.
The Great Sin’s atrocities had to be hidden, for they were too great to be discovered.
It was not a matter of kindness. Dasha was Class Five. In other words, he could not kill the Red Sorcerer nor would he be able to survive an assassination attempt if he was demonically cruel. The bomb owner and the family of Jongyeol had to be shown mercy and kindness and the good side of him. The Professor, the Solution, whichever identity he needed was not on the level that he could be choosers of all acts.
"I have a favour to ask, you see–"
"Favour? A favour for a song?"
"A favour for a song," Myth agreed with a nod and a whisper of amusement. "You strike quite a bargain.