This woman is truly crazy.
Is it because her brain was frozen by the cold before? Or did the pain of the Black Ash corroding her flesh and blood, when she dragged her injured leg to this cave, make her go completely crazy?
His eyes slid uncontrollably from Think's charred legs, and Su'er's attempt to avoid looking at that place was completely in vain, as if there was an invisible magnet placed there, always attracting his sight.
And these firewoods for burning... How did Think endure the pain to collect them at that time, and how hard did she light the fire...
The more he imagined that scene, the heavier Su'er's mood became, as if he was carrying a huge stone of oppression on his back and couldn't straighten his back.
"...How can there be a hero like you...," forcing himself to cheer up, although he was talking about a crazy topic that seemed like a psychopath, but Su'er was indeed in a dilemma. "A hero who killed everyone? This kind of person should be called a villain, right?"
She didn't mention the charred wounds, nor did she mention the complicated emotions in her heart, as if Think knew that Su'er saw her miserable state at this moment, but she acted as if she was not injured—Su'er knew it all.
This proud Elf didn't need his sympathy or guilt, nor his comfort.
Speaking out was an insult.
"What does it matter~, as long as we win in the end, then you can call us whatever you want? Hero, Demon King, Overlord—it doesn't matter~" unlike Su'er who was in a heavy mood, Think's cheerful voice never changed. She seemed to have imagined that scene.
She stood above the corpses of those garbage and gained a whole, pure, and no-noise world.
Just thinking about that beautiful picture made her tremble uncontrollably and feel deeply happy.
"...Why did you invite me?" Unable to understand Think's excitement at this time, Su'er just raised his right hand dully and clenched it. "How can I play a role in your plan?"
"Although I can use inexplicable magic, the price is too high. Even until now, I still can't see the spirit... Taking a step back, my magic that can be broken by using spirit resistance is completely useless, right?"
"You are not smart enough. The things you have achieved so far are just based on information asymmetry..."
"So didn't I say it?" forcibly interrupting Su'er's self-talk, Think raised her voice and interrupted: "Since you are looking for a partner, you naturally have to find someone you don't hate~"
"...Don't you still have your compatriots? Other Elves and fairy species are also your allies, right?" Su'er retorted in a low voice.
"Just relying on those soulless puppets?" With a familiar contemptuous smile on her face, Think frankly showed her contempt for her compatriots and allies. "They can't understand at all—but I don't need their understanding, and I don't need anyone's understanding..."
Jokingly talking about her compatriots who danced under the orders of the stupid Lord God, and their short-sighted and narrow world, in Su'er's eyes, Think was standing on a high place like a god looking down at those mediocre ants.
Suddenly, he remembered the time when the two of them rescued the Elf captives in the city of the dwarves, the Elves who trusted Think and were full of gratitude to her... and Think's friendly attitude at that time.
In the eyes of her compatriots, the nobleness is just indifference, and the etiquette everywhere is just scrutiny. Whether it is the pioneers or the descendants, they are just the same worthless existence—a friendly smile that never changed for anyone.
Incompatible with everyone.
However, she did lead the Elves to a safer and stronger life, brought them glory, and protected the weak Elves. Su'er suddenly found that he could not see Think clearly.
The more he knew, the more confused he became, as if he was in a fog that could only be seen but not touched.
"This world doesn't matter to you at all, right, Mr. Monkey?" I don't know what Su'er was thinking at the moment, but I keenly saw the most fundamental thoughts in Su'er's heart. Think said bluntly: "Compared to the brilliant world you described, would this shabby and gloomy world be more pleasing to you?"
...
It is impossible to deny her words; it is better to say that it completely hits his thoughts. This world can't be worse for Su'er, it is garbage among garbage.
Satisfied at Su'er's uncertain face, Think continued with a smile: "If Mr. Monkey can't give up those humans who look like you, then just leave them to accompany you... As for the help you need to provide~, um~~~"
"Just provide me with your unique and wonderful ideas... Isn't that what a partner should do?" snapping her fingers handsomely, Think said lightly, her eyes still fixed on Su'er's eyes, as if urging him to answer.
...You said you were looking for a partner, but in fact, do you really rely on your own strength?
Su'er smiled bitterly in his heart.
Restraining his emotions, he just lay back on the ground silently, curled up next to the campfire, and the robe that was lifted up again covered his head well, leaving only Su'er's dull answer from inside.
"... Let's talk about it after we survive."
There was no agreement or refusal, or it could be said that this itself was a refusal. Su'er was avoiding it.
The bonfire was still crackling. After a long time, a faint answer came from the world outside the robe.
"... The city's remains may have been completely destroyed by the aftermath of the war."
This plain sentence made Su'er's heart, which was still trying to fall asleep, suddenly tense up. What Think said was exactly the possibility that he tried his best to avoid assuming.
That means that all the struggles of the two will become a joke, and become one of all the tragedies submerged in this war.
"No," Su'er retorted almost immediately, and lied with great certainty, "It definitely won't."
"'Rest early; we will set off after we wake up,'" he said, throwing out the sentence. Su'er forced himself to empty his mind.
No hesitation, no panic, no weakness.
He closed his eyes tightly and wanted to fall asleep quickly, but Think's charred skin flashed through Su'er's mind again and again, and the words of concern were stuck in his throat—let's sleep.