"Hehe..."
"Hehehe..."
"Hehehehahahahahaha!!"
"Do you see it? Do you see it now? This is—this is!! My true strength!!!"
The Depraved Hero laughed, burst out laughing, and laughed hysterically.
"What Divine Domain! What Ancient Dragon! Trash, they're all trash! Not to mention those small fry on the Border, if you give me Time—"
'...No choice.'
The other self was completely oblivious to the world, listening to her complacent laughter, knowing that mere words wouldn't stop her, the Hero could only cough lightly and speak helplessly:
'—In the end, it's the author's lack of murderous intent.'
"What?" The Depraved Hero's laughter halted.
The Hero calmly, word-for-word, began to recount:
'If it were me, I would immediately eliminate her entire clan upon discovering the main character's threat. How could there be any chance for her to grow stronger and then turn the tables?'
"No... hold on."
