——If only I could be a bit more foolish, a bit more dull.
For a moment, the Inferior had wished for that.
If he had been unable to discern the loneliness and helplessness in the cries of the girl named "Camarcel" which he could never ignore; if he hadn't realized that the girl before him was a completely different person from that man...
Then he would have gained his freedom.
He could treat the girl before him as another "Camarcel," mock Camarcel's current predicament, and celebrate the demise of an old foe. He could even strangle her, or pin her down on the bed.
Such actions would have left the Inferior feeling incredibly liberated. It would have been the culmination of over twenty years of Great Revenge, the fulfillment of his life's purpose... He would no longer be an Inferior, nor would he have to be.
He wouldn't have to carry the cursed and filthy name any longer; he would no longer be Camarcel's son. After twenty-eight years, he could finally live as himself...
