The little priest, pale, breathing became even more rapid.

His steps were vague, and his whole body was trembling violently, and he subconsciously shook his head: "No, it's not like this, it's not like this......"

"No... That's it, it's that simple. Loren's expression was calm, but the unquestionable attitude in his tone made even Victor Theseus on the throne frown:

"Your Excellency Webb... You just said that life is priceless, and that the death of one man weighs equally the death of ten thousand......;

"I couldn't agree more!"

The black-haired wizard's voice fell, and the little priest, who was shocked, suddenly raised his head and stared at his former friend with wide eyes.

The silent council hall, the silver needle lands... Still loud.

Albert Tarot sighed heavily, and the expression of the church judge was still ugly.

The rest of the cabinet ministers also had different faces.

In the gloomy council hall, the oppressive atmosphere became more and more eerie.

"And I'm also convinced that this is the same for Master Lussack Kovo. Loren's eyes burned: "Because he has given everything and even his life for this, hasn't he?"

"In order to cure the plague that has never been seen before, in order to promote the development of pharmacy... He collects money, he doesn't care about the life and death of patients, and he doesn't forget to fight for power and profit in the guild when he is old!"

"In his eyes, those living beings, and even his own lives, are no longer really 'living beings', but cold data one after another, because in the face of plague and experiments, souls, names, and even lives are meaningless!"

"Comfort the sick, weep for the sick, be forgiving... It may be possible to become a good doctor, but it is impossible to produce a miracle that will keep thousands or even tens of thousands of people alive in the face of the plague. ”

"The only way to do this is to treat the next patient right away and experiment with hundreds or thousands of lives!"

"Nonsense!"

The little priest took a deep breath and turned pale: "In order to save people, do you want to send thousands of innocent people to death?!"

"Exactly... In order to save people, you can only kill people first. Loren's eyes widened suddenly: "Only by doing this can we avoid more senseless deaths... Every living life in this world is bought in this way!"

"And what about the dead innocent?!"

"Remember them, pray for them, remember their sacrifices... That's the only thing we can do for them. ”

"That's all?" the little priest was stunned.

"That's all!" the black-haired wizard bowed his head solemnly, "It's cruel to say that, but it's the truth... Without their sacrifices, we would never have found a true cure for the problem, and perhaps we would never have been able to completely eradicate the plague and the haze of death. ”

"In order to allow more people to live, in order to keep the Empire, Sackland, and our race alive... Sacrifice is always inevitable. ”

"Heroic blood, innocent blood, sacrificial blood, wronged blood... The same is true of the fallen victims of progress and development again and again!"

"Because of our pharmacy, because of our medicine, because of all the lives of our generation... It's made of these white bones!"

Loren sighed, his dark eyes also began to redden: "Today's Sakran Empire, now we enjoy the benefits of all kinds of alchemy, potion and even the development of the entire wizard class, but we never thought of all this... It's all based on the sacrifices of people, and all the things we have achieved have been made with these sacrifices!"

"There is no progress without sacrifice, and there is absolutely no gain without effort," the black-haired wizard muttered, "Everyone understands this, doesn't they?"

"Then why when the sacrificed person becomes himself, when it becomes all that you care about and cherish, and when everyone who usually enjoys all kinds of benefits suddenly turns their faces and takes these things for granted... Isn't it right to say it's someone else's?"

"Why am I the one who died?"

"Why wasn't he the one who died?"

"Why does this cold-blooded monster still have a face alive?"

"Let me tell you, Webb of the Holy Cross...... It wasn't Lussack Corvo who killed those poor people, it was this world, this backward, ignorant and omnipotent Sakran Empire!"

"The Holy Cross that protects our souls may indeed be omnipotent, but it is only ourselves who can save the weak, the vile, the incompetent and the ignorant!"

"Nonsense——!!!!," the little priest roared, heartbreakingly.

"Here's the proof!" Loren, who also roared, smashed the scroll into the little priest's arms with a red face.

"You can accuse Lussac of incompetence, you can accuse Lusak of ruthlessness, you can accuse Lusak of snobbery, greed for money, cowardice......"

"But you are absolutely not qualified to accuse this master of pharmacy who paid with his life, saying that he did not do his best!"

"When you make these accusations, when you say these bastard things, you also feel your conscience, and ask yourselves ......"

"Can you do what he did——?!

"Do you!do!got!got!?!!!!"

A hoarse roar echoed over the dead hall.

The little priest, whose bloodstained hands were clutched, opened his mouth and finally said nothing.

"While we were talking about what we had and who wasn't, and we were talking about who was right and who was wrong, Lussac Corvo was dead. The black-haired wizard gritted his teeth and looked at the little priest word by word.

Look at this friend who still has a clear conscience and is still entangled for justice and ideals.

If you want to defeat him, you can't rely on external force, power, bribery and violence.

These will only make him more and more frustrated and courageous, and he will be defeated again and again... And even like the Farnesis, in order to defeat himself by any means and at any cost.

For a vindication and fanatical believer who prides himself on righteousness and can even sacrifice himself for his ideals, he can be defeated......

Only his own insistence, and the final bottom line.

"That Empire's top pharmacy master is dead... And this time no one can save him, no one can give him three-quarters, if not one percent, hope of surviving. ”

Loren said with difficulty:

"No matter what we do again, we will always go to a master who may be able to give hope to the Empire's pharmacy, to thousands of patients... It's us, it's us incompetent... He was killed with his own hands. ”

"Even if we were to punish him and punish this ruthless butcher, we wouldn't be able to... Isn't it?"

The little priest with tears on his face raised his head with difficulty, and the tangle in his eyes had gradually turned into despair.

Instead of these nobles, the ministers of the Imperial Cabinet told themselves that whatever decisions they made......

The little priest Weber could really feel that his pale cheeks were becoming more and more desolate.

I lost.

Thoroughly... Lost to Loren Torino.

In the midst of the dead silence of the crowd, the little priest stared at the black-haired wizard with trembling eyes.

As if none of this had happened.

Two people... It's still a friend who understands each other.

As a friend... For the sake of victory, I will give you a fatal blow... Loren's expression was serious, but there was a hint of other color in his eyes.

"Webb, don't you have one last hole card?" the black-haired wizard lowered his voice, and only two people could hear it: "Play it... Otherwise, you wouldn't be reconciled, would you?"

The little priest looked at him silently, as if he did not understand why Loren had done this.

"We are friends, so I will never blame you for fighting for your ideals. A faint smile appeared on Loren's face: "But again... As a wizard, I will do my last resort to defeat you completely!"

"The priest... Sir Webb, make a move!"

Shocked, the startled but calm little priest slowly turned around, his eyes becoming more and more determined:

"His Excellency Victor Hughes......"

"I request that the last witness be called, Miss Lena de Salion!"

In the council hall, there was an uproar!

Loren turned his head slowly, his gaze passing through the countless chattering nobles, and outside the gate, a figure with black-rimmed glasses appeared at the end of his sight.

The proud girl pushed her glasses and gave him a look of disdain.

He clutched the wand of "megalomaniac" tightly in his arms.