Lucifer raised an eyebrow. He didn't speak for a moment.
"Your village is more or less what peace looks like, no? Naturally, if this was expanded to the entire world, this would naturally be ideal."
This wasn't exactly an over exaggeration. After all, it was a place where food was readily abundant and where the biggest trouble on people's minds was a yellow-haired prankster.
It was a place where people didn't really care about money, where people didn't care about status, background, or whatever. They just talked with each other because they enjoyed the other person's company.
But it inevitably wasn't perfect.
And that came in the form of Apollo.
He hated that place. He hated it a lot.
Apollo's neutral expression dampened slightly, giving him a small frown.
"I don't like that."
Lucifer was speechless for a moment, almost like he couldn't comprehend why Apollo thought that way.
...Wait, what?