Chapitre 154: On another thought, my Demon Lord does seem to be that petty

"What?"

"That's what the kingdom called you," Natha said. "But do you consider yourself that--the Priest of Judgement?" 

Ah...for a second there, I thought he found out that I wasn't Valmeier. I almost bit my lips in fright, wondering if Natha could sense how tensed I was for that short moment.

I shifted my gaze to the scenery; the river and woods flanking the road, reminding me of the first place I called home. "No," I said. "I'm not a priest, and...I don't like casting judgment on other people."

"No?"

I bit my lips and continued quietly. "I know it probably looked like I was having fun when I cast that curse on Zir'Kal, but--" I took a deep breath, fiddling with the cord on my sleeve. "I kept agonizing over it before I did it, and then after, wondering if it was right, if it was truly just."

"Wasn't the spear deemed it as so?" Natha asked as he gently took my fingers off the button.