Hill spoke as he raised both hands high, as if he really were about to bow his head to that yet‑to‑exist sovereign of all evil.
Sai Zong said, "You really are a thoroughgoing Tyrant, huh, actually trying to make the choice for everyone."
"Everyone? I've never considered 'everyone.' Don't imagine me as too great, Sai Zong," Hill confessed. "Everything I've done was never about some grand ideal like saving the world or redeeming humanity's soul."
"Then what is it?"
"Revenge. Revenge against the Devil," Hill smiled. "And I'll save the world along the way."
Sai Zong shook his head. Even after learning so much, he still didn't think highly of Hill. "Unfortunately, the outcome of this wager isn't yours to decide."
Hill suddenly stepped forward. His voice began to twist, the young timbre overlapping with a turbid rumble, as if Hill and Envy, those two dominating consciousnesses, were speaking to Sai Zong at the same time.
