Fallen Hero fell silent again.
The foundation of Goblins' composition was the confusion of inferior mana and their impulse to self-disperse. Essentially, they had no concept of "good."
Their evil was pure and irredeemable, with no possibility for further depravity in nature. Theoretically, there was no such thing as a good Goblin by human standards.
After a long silence, the red-eyed girl finally spoke with difficulty. Her voice carried a hint of struggle and doubt,
"Then, as a so-called good person, don't you think there are others in this world more deserving of eradication than Goblins..."
Before she could finish, she fell silent again.
Her gaze landed on the Hero's somewhat awkward yet directly pointed finger at her, and Fallen Hero's eyes were deep.
The purple-haired girl, an Ancient Hero who had been watching all along, couldn't help but burst into low laughter, smacking the desk beside her.
