"Lord Weber?"

In the silent council room, Victor Hughes on the throne turned his gaze to the little priest Weber.

The pale priest tried his best to restrain his trembling body, and remained silent, for some reason... He never dared to look up at Loren, who was looking at him.

That's right... Webb could feel that while Loren had said these words, his gaze had not taken a moment off him.

He's torturing himself in this way, questioning himself......

whether it is for the sake of principle and justice, to abandon this absurd imperial trial;

Or for the sake of their own ideals and the face of the Holy Cross, even if they deceive themselves, they have to fight until the last moment?

The black-haired wizard was equally silent, silently waiting.

Righteous and stubborn little priest... Will you give up?

"The Church of the Holy Cross... Sir Webb?"

The little priest raised his head stiffly, his trembling lips did not say a word, and his eyes shook violently as if he was making a final desperate resistance.

His trembling palms made Loren's eyes squint slightly, and his clenched palms seemed to be sweating.

No... It was blood that had been soaked in the palms of the palms.

"Is there anything else you would like to say, Your Excellency Weber, of the Holy Cross?" Victor Theseus reminded a third time in an indifferent and emotionless tone.

The church judge, who was desperately trying to hide his panic, looked at the little priest unwillingly and angrily.

"Bang ——!"

There was a loud bang.

The little priest who was staring at the huge pressure left two bright red blood marks on the table, and he suddenly got up, gasping sharply, and said with a pale face:

"It's just nonsense!"

"That's right, Master Lussack Kovo did treat a lot of people during the Great Plague back then, but how many people did he kill for it?How many people who might have survived died painfully because of the side effects of the medicine in order to make his potion effective?!"

"Is there really a difference between dying from the plague and dying in front of the medicine that originally pinned all hope?!"

The black-haired wizard, who didn't say a word, silently looked at the little priest who was already hysterical.

"Mortality, treatment rates, chances of success, last hope...... It's just an excuse for people who only have cold data in their eyes, focus on utilitarian personal fame, and have no mercy, desperately looking for excuses for themselves to win prestige. ”

"That's all!"

The little priest with trembling lips shouted angrily, but his bloodied hands were still trembling:

"Wizards... Always emphasize the importance of reason, think rationally rather than emotionally, always maintain a calm attitude to observe things, and don't let yourself be burdened by emotions and people's hearts. ”

"When, exactly... You have turned yourself into a pure and emotionless beast, a monster cold and merciless without mercy?"

The next moment, Loren spoke slightly: "Monster... Is it?"

The tone is extremely bland, as if he is just asking about an insignificant matter.

"Isn't it, is there really a difference in the severity of human death? Is it true that in order to save 10,000 people, the remaining thousands of people will be turned into unjust souls and dry bones for this?!"

"Those poor people who used to work all day long, happy with their families, struggling to survive... Do you just deserve to be as emotionless and cold as the data in his mouth?!"

"They're all living people, Loren!" the wide-eyed little priest roared, "it was Lusac Corvo who gave them hope of living and killed them with his own hands!"

The voice trembling with excitement echoed over and over again in the dead silence of the council hall.

Victor Theseus, who had always been expressionless, finally showed a slight change in his eyes;

The girl who had fallen in her arms seemed to appear in front of her again, her torn throat was bleeding constantly, but she still couldn't feel the slightest breath.

"To save three is to kill one... It is ridiculous to say that in the proverbs of the Holy Cross, relatives and strangers who fall into the water at the same time, old people and children who are about to be run over by a carriage... It's just an excuse for the incompetent to emphasize for their own incompetence!"

"Don't look for a safer, safer way... Just for their own fame and prestige, let these poor people who have nothing but life make this kind of choice without a way out, let them kill themselves......"

"Did he really think about those who were alive? Did he think of those who, like him, were given souls by the Holy Cross, were raised by their parents, loved by their children, had the same dreams, and did everything they could to live?!"

"If he really wanted to, he wouldn't do it!"

The dark-haired wizard who stared at him always had his hands behind his back, his gaze calm, and he did not refute.

The trembling little priest walked up to Loren Turin step by step, his eyes solemn: "A man once told me that wizards... They are not apostles of the devil, they are just a group of people who are desperately working for a better, more prosperous world. ”

"They... There is no difference from any other of the people of the Holy Cross, and the sanity and sober attitude of the Holy Cross speaks volumes about how seriously and with awe these men are in their dealings with what they do!"

"I couldn't agree more. The little priest paused slightly:

"And now I'm going to start to doubt... Such a world where there is no humanity to speak of, no sympathy or pity to speak of, everything is told to efficiency, success or failure......"

"It's too ruthless, isn't it?!"

The excited little priest Webb raised his right hand and sprinkled bright red blood on the black-haired wizard's face, leaving a trail that didn't make him blink even a little.

From beginning to end, he looked at the little priest so calmly and without excitement.

There is still a hint of indifference in his eyes... Scorn.

Loren saw this look in Mentor Dalton Kander's eyes when he was facing believers and church people... The tutor always concealed this emotion very well, and even the impassioned rebuke of the other party could not make his expression fluctuate slightly.

Right now... Loren felt a little bit more comfortable with Mentor Dalton Kander's mood and approach.

"The incompetent's excuse for his incompetence is cold and inhumane......," the black-haired wizard whispered, holding the scroll in his hand, "That's right, from this point of view, Master Lussack Covo is really unforgivable. ”

"He was arrogant, conceited, never listened to the opinions of others, always self-righteous, extremely stubborn in pharmacy and alchemy, did not care about the feelings of his patients, and never experimented on others without asking for advice. ”

"Cold and ruthless, rational and indifferent... In his eyes, perhaps the result of a new potion is worth thousands of lives, and as long as the potion can achieve the best effect, what does it matter if it costs hundreds or thousands of lives?"

"For this kind of person... The family was broken, the reputation was ruined, and he was accused by thousands of husbands and finally left alone, and in despair, he chose to commit suicide in the black prison...... It should be called the Holy Cross's punishment for sinners, right?"

"Exactly!"

Although he said this impassionedly, the little priest's expression was still painful.

"But this is the same man who took the initiative to stand up when tens of thousands of poor people were about to fall into the plague, but no one was willing to save them. ”

There was a faint sadness in Loren's voice: "Does he really need such prestige? For a pharmacist who has already begun to succeed, he only needs to continue to complete his career step by step, and he can become the president of the Apothecary Guild and reach the pinnacle of life!"

"In everybody... Even the Holy Cross Church and the Empire are helpless, at a time when tens of thousands of poor people themselves have given up hope......"

"He... Is it really for the sake of 'prestige' that you have entered that purgatory on earth?"

Silent... This time, not only the minor priests, but even the church judges themselves chose to remain silent.

For Lusac Covo, he saw more than that. Loren bowed his head slightly, and looked at Weber, the little priest whose eyes had begun to redden:

"In his eyes, the plague and the thousands of deaths were no longer what it seemed, and he saw what he could do in the midst of this terrible catastrophe......"

"Then when the plague spreads to all parts of the empire, it will be a real purgatory on earth!"