Seeing the local warmly present the woman to him, Wayne was momentarily tongue-tied.
One must know their own worth, and he understood all too clearly what would become of the Goddess of Death's consciousness in his grasp.
Feeling a flicker of hesitation, he wanted to advise Rone not to push his goddess into the fire pit.
Noticing Wayne lowering his head and remaining silent, Rone's smile grew brighter and more assured. He remarked approvingly, "Although your tactics are dirty, your methods questionable, I know what kind of person you truly are. For the goddess, you're willing to plunge into the abyss of hell, endure defamation, suffer humiliation, and even become more devilish than a devil itself. The goddess didn't misjudge you; you're an excellent knight."
"Having a successor like you is my great honor!"
"..."
Wayne looked bewildered. In this place, apart from Rone and himself, there wasn't a third Death Knight.
So, Rone was speaking to him.
