I was about to leave and bring her back when the large Exorcist stepped forward.
"What are you trying to do here? Why suddenly care about a Cursed Spirit?" he asked, suspicious.
I stopped and stared at him.
My expression made it clear I thought he was an idiot.
"Are you stupid?" I asked. "Why wouldn't I try to save her? So what if she's a Cursed Spirit? She never tried to harm me.
"She even helped me in the inn saying she would ask the guards to keep an eye out for fights.
"The ghouls tried to kill me, so I want to kill them. That's it. Just because they're both Cursed Spirits doesn't mean I treat them the same."
The large Exorcist stiffened.
Seeing his reaction, I knew he thought he had misunderstood me.
Until now, he had been thinking I was treating the crewmates kindly only because they could be used to fight for me.
He now saw me not as a xenophobic hater of Cursed Spirits, but someone who judged each one like a normal person—enemy or friend, based on actions.
