| “ | The Shadow's mission is to follow the Light. | ” |
Bio[]
A straight shooter who will always come out and say when he's unhappy and will get his vengeance if you cross him. Most of the time, he is stern and serious, but he also has a boyish side. He finds splitting into factions and infighting to be too much of a bother, so he has chosen to hitch his wagon to the smartest person he can find. He goes along Kaiserschmarrn's every plan unconditionally, even if he doesn't understand his cruel orders.
Food Introduction[]
Pastilla, also known as "sweet and sour pigeon pie", is a must-have dish at Moroccan celebrations. The process of making it is somewhat complicated and first requires mixing poultry, onion, almonds, sugar, and various seasonings into a filling. The filling is then wrapped in thin layers of dough and baked until golden, and finally sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon. Pastilla fresh from the oven is fragrant and aromatic, with a sweet and savory flavor. It is a uniquely Moroccan cuisine.
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Initial Stats[]
 Soul Power
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1929 |
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 Attack
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65 |
 Defense
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23 |
 HP
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559 |
 Crit Rate
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841 |
 Crit Dmg
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998 |
 Atk Spd
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1057 |
Skills[]
| Blackwing Assault | Basic Skill | |
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Pastilla jumps up and vanishes into a flock of pigeons, transforming into a blackbird that attacks the enemy, dealing 100% (180%) ATK as damage plus 314 (4082) extra damage to the farthest enemy, also lowering his/her Energy by 5 (25) points. | |
| Shadow Slaughter | Energy Skill | |
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Pastilla's shadow transforms into a bird that perches on his sword which he slashes at the enemy, dealing 100% (180%) ATK as damage plus 385 (5005) extra damage to the farthest enemy, also boosting his own ATK by 25% (45%), lasting 4 seconds. | |
| Super Shadow Slaughter | Link Skill | |
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Pastilla's shadow transforms into a bird that perches on his sword which he slashes at the enemy, dealing 120% (220%) ATK as damage plus 455 (5915) extra damage to the farthest enemy, also boosting his own ATK by 35% (55%), lasting 4 seconds. | 
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| Contract | You can see me? Really... Then that must mean you're my new Master from now on. | ||
| Log In | You got back even later than my messenger pigeons... Forget it. You're my owner after all, so what say do I have? | ||
| Ice Arena | This place... is not a good place to hide in... | ||
| Skills | Let the darkness swallow you... | ||
| Ascend | My shadow seems larger... | ||
| Fatigue | Letting my owner worry would be the gravest dereliction of duty, so... don't look at me. | ||
| Recovering | ...Forget everything you saw from before. | ||
| Team Formation | Let's transform this Shadow into endless night. | ||
| Knockout | The night... has ended... | ||
| Notice | Yeah, I made it. So? Enough talk, hurry up and eat. | ||
| Idle 1 | Light doesn't need Shadow to be the center of everyone's attention. But as for Shadow... Light is the only thing it needs. | ||
| Idle 2 | Where did... all my feathers go? Tsk... did that Cheddar Cheese pluck out my feathers like it was some kind of dandelion game? | ||
| Idle 3 | It's hard to tell the good from the bad in this world, so I just operate on intuition. If you don't like it, then beat it. | ||
| Interaction 1 | Don't mind me... I'm just fine right here. Sunny places... don't suit me. | ||
| Interaction 2 | Don't lunge at me like that. You can't let down your guard at any time, or else you give your enemies a chance to strike. | ||
| Interaction 3 | If you cut yourself on my blade, even if you're sobbing, I won't help you. | ||
| Pledge | To be honest, before this I never really had faith in you. Rather than an owner to whom I swore fealty unto death, you were more like a boss I signed a short-term contract with... But now things are different. For its sole Light, the Shadow can persist to the ends of the Earth. From here on out, you just wait and see. | ||
| Intimacy 1 | What is it? Did something happen? No matter what, if someone crossed you... Tell me. Who's life are we taking? | ||
| Intimacy 2 | Oh... Behave a little. All this touching and feeling is unseemly. | ||
| Intimacy 3 | A feather? You want one? Of course. If you want it, be it a feather or someone's life, it's yours. | ||
| Victory | Mission accomplished. | ||
| Defeat | One of these days, I'll take all those bastards down... | ||
| Feeding | Thanks... But even with this, I would give my all without any regret. | ||
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Contents of this page has been fan-translated by Namo Welldan. and may not be completely accurate. Official translations will be added whenever it's available. |
I. Loyalty.
"F-food Soul? Hide, everyone here, quickly!-"
The young man who summoned me stood before my eyes. His luxurious attire did not suit his frightened expression at all, and I immediately tried to correct this. He immediately hid under the tablecloth on the long table. The hands holding the table legs were shaking, and with them the cakes on the tablecloth.
"We've been hiding this for too long! Someone must have already gone and told everyone else about you! Damn... How did I even manage to summon you? I just wanted a quiet and peaceful life... I-... I'm not ready to die yet!"
... It seemed like it was his birthday today.
I didn't really understand what he was afraid of, but as his Food Soul, I crouched down and spoke to him as gently as I could:
"Don't be afraid. I won't let you die. I'll protect you."
"Protect me? No, no... You clearly don't understand something."
I waited for him to say something else, but instead he just crawled out from under the table and went home, lost in thought with a desperate expression on his face.
Is there something I don't understand? How am I supposed to understand anything if I haven't been told anything yet?
Swallowing the anger that was brewing inside me, I followed him to explain, but one of the servants stopped me.
"Out of the way."
"What manners! I only wanted to warn you, but since you don't need it..."
"Warn?"
"You want to know why His Highness is so angry with you, right?"
His Highness? It turns out that my Master is not a commoner. It is even stranger that, given his status, he panicked so much when he saw me.
And I had to find out why.
"Speak."
Hearing this, the servant, despite my threatening appearance, smiled sweetly. He sat down on the chair where my Master had sat before, poured himself some tea, took a sip, and calmly began his story.
"You are in Savoy. A country that does not rely on the power of Food Souls. Know that you are absolutely useless to us. However, recently, His Highness has not been tempted by the idea of protecting the country with the power of the Three Great Wizards… After all, is there much of a difference between their power, which protects our lands like gods, and the power of the Food Souls, mere servants of man? And since it is small, wouldn’t it be wiser to choose in favor of the Food Souls? As for His Highness… He is now your Master. The most useless of the three princes with the most illusory chance of taking the throne of Savoy. He almost avoided the fight for the crown, and then he managed to summon a Food Soul… Do you understand how the other princes will react if they find out about this?
Now everything is clear to me. However…
“You say this so easily, as if it were a complete stranger. Wouldn’t you get into trouble if something happened to the Third Prince?”
“Me? No, what are you saying, I’ve been working for the Second Prince for a long time. His Highness also knows about this, but he didn’t even have the courage to send me away. Such a person will never be able to take the throne.”
His smug smile was irritating. I had to prove to him that the situation was not so clear-cut now.
“But everything will change. He has me now. If anyone dares to touch my Master, I will protect him. And if he wants to take the throne, I will help him.”
"Want to take the throne? Pfft... Are you delirious? You saw what happened yourself! If a person forced into war is afraid to take up arms, then such weapons are worthless!"
"You're right, but I'm not just a weapon that is waved on the battlefield. I am the Food Soul."
I stood behind the servant and kicked the chair out from under his feet.
"I swore allegiance to my Master and will fight for him to the end. Never in my life will I boast about betraying him and switching sides."
I saw my reflection in the servant's eyes. It was simply impossible to look at his stupid face.
"Today I will let you go. But next time my blow will land far from the chair."
II. Darkness.
"It was you... Wounded my servant?"
I couldn't help but chuckle as I looked at the pompous the Second Prince and the hunched servant standing next to him.
"If I had really hurt him, he wouldn't have been able to stand here."
"What?! Are you saying I lied to you?!
"No, no, I did threaten him with violence. But I only threatened him. The Second Prince, you can punish me for this."
"Ha-ha-ha!"
I frowned. What was so funny about that?
"How honest you are! I like it. Well, I suppose he provoked you to react like that. Then we should punish him exactly..."
Before the prince could finish, the servant's head flew off his shoulders. His dead face was frozen in surprise, which created a sharp contrast with the contentedly smiling second prince standing behind him.
"Why did you do this?"
"It is important to show sincerity of intentions if you want to hire someone. And this is my sincerity to you."
Seeing my weak reaction, the Second Prince looked at me with disappointment. When he waved his hand to the side, two servants brought him a small box.
"Become my subordinate. And then I will give you everything you want -- money and even human lives."
The stench of the coins and the condescending smile of the Second Prince were so nauseating that I wanted to puke, but I held back and simply looked at him with a cold gaze.
"Food Souls swear loyalty only to the Masters who summoned them. And this loyalty cannot be bought with money or power."
The Second Prince was slightly upset, but I turned away from him and walked away, pretending not to notice.
"Food Souls rarely appear in Savoy. I am sure you are well aware of this. So stop pestering me with such stupid requests."
"But do you know why there are so few Food Souls in Savoy? Not only because they are not needed. But also because the conservatives of this country convinced everyone that Food Souls bring Fallen Angels and other misfortunes to these lands. They were simply killed."
The Second Prince's face twisted into an unpleasant grin.
"Even with you, this talentless fool has no chance."
I turned around and looked at the Second Prince. He towered over the ornate palace, sitting on a chair that was too wide, as if imitating the grandeur of a royal throne.
What a... Pathetic man.
He doubted himself so much that he was willing to force the Food Soul, the most disenfranchised creature in this country, to help him in his fight for the throne.
What a pity.
I was too bad at lying, and so I looked at the Second Prince with eyes full of sympathy, causing his face to flush red.
"How dare you!.."
"I don’t mind serving my Master at all. Besides, the reception of the Great Wizards is coming up soon. I must help the third prince with the preparations."
"Pft… Look, don't regret it."
Perhaps the Second Prince wouldn’t have the patience to keep me in his audience any longer.
Tales of evil Food Souls that bring misfortune and Fallen Angels were once again spreading throughout the palace. However, the king was too busy feuding with the Great Wizards, and so few paid attention to the rumors, even in light of the prince’s failure to summon a Food Soul.
Except for the Third Prince himself.
"I’m sure it’s my brother who’s spreading these terrible rumors… He sees me as a rival… He’s definitely going to kill me!"
He paced restlessly in the empty room. His blond hair, wet with cold sweat, stuck to his forehead, and his reddened eyes darted back and forth anxiously.
“If only… If only I hadn’t managed to summon the Food Soul… Right, right… Pastilla, you… Can you disappear?”
His voice suddenly came alive, as if he had finally come up with a brilliant idea. For a second, I even thought about how stupid it was of me to defend him in front of the Second Prince.
With his gentle hands, he cowardly pushed me straight into the abyss.
III. Lesson.
Master's seventeenth birthday had arrived, and my second year of living in the dark. For these two years, Master had done everything he could to make people forget about my existence. He forbade me from appearing in public.
But the second prince continued to put spokes in my Master's wheels. For the first time, I realized that people were capable of harboring such hatred for each other for so long. The Second Prince had sent many guards to Master's birthday party, supposedly to protect his younger brother. But no one knew his true intentions. All I could do was protect Master from the shadows and nothing more.
Fortunately or unfortunately, few guests came to Master's banquet. Among them were unfamiliar faces, floating in the clouds, and mere aristocrats who left for home only after greeting the third prince. All I could do was carefully watch the guards that the Second Prince had brought.
But then a completely unfamiliar silhouette of a man entered my field of vision.
He stood out a little from the others. His aristocratic attire bore little resemblance to the usual Savoy. Could it be that he had come to us from abroad? Without greeting anyone or paying attention to the cautious glances of those around him, he immediately headed towards the Master. I followed him, holding my sword to his neck, ready to kill him at any moment.
"You don't have to worry, I have the invitation with me."
Did he see me?
"So you saw me?"
"No, I only sensed your presence. Are you the prince's bodyguard?"
He asked hastily, as if hoping that I would stop following him.
He could be dangerous.
"Yes, I apologize. We have not met before, and so I had to be wary. I hope you can understand me."
I answered him directly and, seeing no point in further conversation, hurried to hide in the shadows."
Of course, I did not disappear forever.
Hiding in his shadow, we approached the Master together. From their conversation, I learned that his name was Franz. Perhaps this is just a false name...
Franz advised the Master to gouge out the eyes of those who see him as an enemy. He said that he would help the Master take the throne. He accompanied his aggressive remarks with a soft tone of voice ... He clearly had the gift of persuasion. Our methods were completely different. I always attacked my opponents before they had time to come to their senses ... A strange feeling appeared in my chest, and I hurried after Franz to ask him about who he was and what he was trying to achieve.
"Once upon a time I had a Master too... But now I am free to choose my own master."
Having thrown these seemingly meaningful words at me, he left the street, despite his promise to stay here and protect Master.
But to hell with this strange guy. It is more important to protect Master now. Towards the evening of the festive evening, when almost all the guests had managed to relax, the guards of the second prince caught the hired killer. Even before my arrival, the guards managed to take the saber with the engraved seal of the First Prince from the hired killer. The hired killer himself was dead.
“The Second Prince sent us here to protect the Third Prince. Please take this saber, Your Highness.”
The master, trembling, only walked away from the corpse, and I, looking at him, nevertheless took the saber.
"Pastilla... Bury him."
"Yes, I do. But what should we do with this sword?..."
-"Bury it with the body."
"You don't want to know the identity of this murderer?..."
"Why? He's already dead. And I... I want a simple, quiet life..."
"Good."
Having hidden the sword, I buried the body in the forest outside the castle. The next day, I hid in the shadow of the Master and entered the meeting room, where I first saw the Emperor of Savoy.
"Tell me, did you have a good time last night?"
"Yes, Your Highness, thanks to your prayers everything went smoothly..."
"Your Highness, yesterday at the banquet the guards detained a hired killer."
"Pastilla!"
The Master shouted as I suddenly stepped out of his shadow. He then gagged me and tried to push me back in.
"An assassin? What is the meaning of this?"
The Emperor frowned in annoyance.
Unable to restrain me, the Master fell silent. I stepped forward and pulled out a saber from under my cloak.
"Allow me. After the banquet, the guards sent by the Second Prince caught the assassin, but it turned out that he was already dead. A saber was also found at the scene, which, according to the Second Prince's guards, belonged to the First Prince."
"Are you saying that the First Prince sent an assassin to kill the Third Prince?"
"Perhaps. But then why did the First Prince equip the assassin with a weapon with his own seal? The assassin could have survived, but now he is dead and we have no evidence of the First Prince's involvement. But if we take into account that he was captured by the guards of the Second Prince, who, in fact, was not involved, then…"
A loud slap passed over my cheek. That was when I knew that my weak Master was capable of such power.
Because of the ringing in my ears, I remember little of what happened next. But I do remember the fact that neither the First nor the Second Prince received any significant punishment, and the Third Prince received some compensation for the inconvenience caused. As for me, all that was left was a bright red palm print on my cheek.
And then, looking at the sinister smile of the Second Prince, I fell straight into the abyss again.
IV. Unexpected changes.
"Come with me. The Third Prince is calling you."
Glancing briefly at this overly polite Food Soul, I threw the remaining crumbs of bread in my hand far away. A flock of birds rushed towards him at once, but, unfortunately, none of them took a dump on his head.
"Okay. Let's go."
I knew that Franz was not a benefactor at all, but I followed him anyway. Finding myself in front of the legendary blue castle of the Great Wizards, I was quite surprised.
"And what were you planning to do here?"
"Oh, sorry, you walked with your head bowed all this time, that I didn't even have time to explain anything to you."
He teased, smiling, continuing to speak in a pleasant tone.
"The Three Great Wizards who protect Savoy have recently been at odds with each other about the future of the country. But not many people know about this circumstance."
"Well, how do you know?"
"Wait, our task now is to take advantage of the unfolding feud and persuade one of the Great Wizards to our side. And then we can pave the way for the third prince to the throne."
It sounded doubtful, but anything can happen.
At the reception of the Great Wizards yesterday, one of them, Aleister, gave my Master a magical chronicle, after which rumors began to spread throughout Savoy that the third prince would take the throne in place of his brothers. That's how important the opinion of the Great Wizards was in Savoy.
Hiding in Franz's shadow, I followed him into the castle. To my surprise, from the conversation between Aleister and Franz, I realized... that they had long been accomplices.
"I want... for you to steal the "Book of the Dead.""
When Franz left the castle, he handed me the map and key he had received from Aleister.
"And how long have you known Aleister? So, the transfer of the magical book to His Highness was planned by you in advance?"
"Yes. We agreed that if Aleister lets His Highness know that the third prince will be the heir to the throne, I will steal the "Book of the Dead" for him."
…
While I was locked in the shadows and feeding the pigeons, Franz managed to lure the Great Wizard Aleister himself, known for his extraordinary character, to his side.
It seems that Franz has done much more for the Master than I have...
"For the sake of His Highness, I am ready to steal the "Book of the Dead.""
"Thank you. Why are you looking at me like that... Are you jealous?"
"What do you mean?"
"That is... You probably don't like that your Master decided to trust a person he has known for only a few days?"
"Stop it... Now is not the time to think about such things."
"Okay. But are you sure you want this?"
The slight smile disappeared from his face, replaced by concern. What was he even thinking about?...
"What do you mean?"
He began to shake. Had he come to his senses? After all, he had already left a banquet once, promising to protect the Master.
"It’s just… I’m just asking, do you really think that Aleister and the heir to the throne are a good idea for you specifically?"
Is that really what he’s worried about…
"Something wrong? His Highness is my Master."
"Indeed, that makes sense. Here."
I caught the small bottle Franz threw my way and looked at him questioningly.
"What is this?"
"An ointment for healing wounds. A gift from His Highness."
"You… How did you know?"
"What do you mean, how? After you accused the Second Prince of sending an assassin and framing the First Prince in the process, the Second Prince only became more bullying towards you and the Third Prince, which left the poor Third Prince with no choice but to take out all his frustration on you… right?"
I remained silent.
"But don’t misunderstand my gesture. I'm not helping you out of pity, no. It just seemed to me that you would need it much more than I do."
He smiled unexpectedly like a child and pointed at the bottle in my hand.
"But if you suddenly feel uncomfortable with my gift, consider it a small bribe."
"A bribe?"
"In all of Savoy, only you and Aleister know that I am the Food Soul. Please do not tell the third prince what I am about to tell you."
Without waiting for my answer, he began his confession, as if he had decided for me that I had agreed to his bribe.
"My name is not Franz. I am Kaiserschmarrn. Apart from you, no one else in Savoy knows about this."
…
Using Aleister's map and book, I stole the "Book of the Dead". It contained many magical spells, so it would be logical to give it to the Master, but...
I did not do that.
The next day, I gave the "Book of the Dead" to Kaiserschmarrn. And I did not tell anyone about all the unflattering remarks about the former Emperor that came out of his mouth.
When Aleister was discovered to have stolen the "Book of the Dead", the Three Great Wizards began to fight among themselves and began to destroy Savoy.
"Aleister is the strongest of the three Great Wizards. I am sure he will defeat them all... But then, when I ascend to the throne, I will simply have no subordinates left who would bow their heads to me!"
The Third Prince was worried that his bright future on the imperial throne was about to slip away from him.
"Pastilla, go and stop them! No matter who, just kill them and end our misery! You are my Food Soul, so if you have to, you must die for me."
He said this with a chuckle, which made me feel uneasy.
I felt Kaiserschmarrn's gaze, bowed, and left the hall.
Food Souls must protect Masters. It is their duty. So I did not object to the third prince's smile, but I could not get rid of the boiling rage inside me.
Suddenly, I heard quick footsteps behind me.
"Do you remember what I told you the first time we met?"
Ignoring the scorching lava rain, Kaiserschmarrn approached me with the same easy smile.
"We, Food Souls, are free to choose our own master. And you, Pastilla, need a zealous leader, not a tyrant who exploits his subordinates and deliberately ignores their merits."
A zealous leader... He is talking about himself, right?
"Perhaps you want to become my subordinate? All that is required of you is to swear eternal loyalty to me. If you truly wish to defy your fate and break all ties with the tyrant prince… Kneel before me and call me "Emperor.""
He had prepared this speech on the first day of our acquaintance… First he planted the seed, mentioning to me the possibility of “changing the Master”, then he watered it with the cruelty and indifference of the third prince. And when the right moment came, he handed me a bottle of ointment, fertilizing the soil. Finally, he raised me.
And now was the time to reap the fruits.
I laughed.
“To break all ties with the tyrant… Are you saying that you will help me kill him?”
“I did not intend to kill him. But I promise that everything will be as you say.”
“Okay.”
And then I knelt down. Even though it rested on a cold stone slab, I felt an unprecedented relief from that moment.
V. Pastilla.
Although Food Souls cannot harm their Masters, this "harm" only extends to physical violence.
After all Three Great Wizards killed each other, ending the disaster, Pastilla hid the "Book of the Dead" in the Third Prince's locker and told him everything that had happened. Except that Kaiserschmarrn, hiding under the name Franz, was a Food Soul.
Unfurling a cloak of darkness in front of the Third Prince, Pastilla announced to the third prince that he would suffer a cruel death tomorrow. A tooth for a tooth, Pastilla tortured the Master, but psychologically.
In the end, the mad Third Prince breathed his last on the chopping block, and the "Book of the Dead", which had given birth to the terrible conflict, was sealed again with magic and hidden in the library. Pastilla thought it was unwise to seal the book without using it, so he asked Kaiserschmarrn if there was no need to steal the "Book of the Dead" again.
"No. Greater things await us."
Pastilla bowed and asked no more questions. Hiding in Kaiserschmarrn's shadow, he entered the Second Prince's chamber.
"Franz, how can I thank you? Tell me what you want, and I will fulfill your every wish."
Pastilla grinned at the familiar voice. He only realized that Kaiserschmarrn had been working with the second prince for a long time. But now it didn't matter.
After all, the Second Prince was supposed to die that night.
Kaiserschmarrn gave a sign, and Pastilla flew out of the darkness, bathing the hall in gold. The surviving nobles, unaware of the truth, fell to their knees and proclaimed Kaiserschmarrn the new king. Pastilla could only laugh at the corpse of the Second Prince.
"Are you satisfied?"
"Quite so."
"Prepare new clothes for my companion."
Hearing this, the servants who had taken Kaiserschmarrn's measurements shook in fear. They already had to sew an entire ceremonial suit in one night, and now the new king had ordered them to sew another set. Pastilla let go of Kaiserschmarrn's hand in dismay.
"Why? I have become accustomed to living in the shadows."
"You no longer need to live in the darkness. You must shine alongside me."
"But weren't you planning to use me just for my ability to hide in the shadows? Why are you now..."
Both Kaiserschmarrn and Pastilla were surprised by the words spoken. Remembering how impermissible it was to address your "Master" in such a way, Pastilla bowed, expecting "punishment". But Kaiserschmarrn only smiled sincerely, so softly that it was not much different from his usual smile.
"I didn't expect that you could see through me so well. And you still decided to swear allegiance to me?"
Noticing the curiosity in Kaiserschmarrn's eyes, Pastilla looked away and disappeared into the shadows.
"I have already sworn allegiance to you, so stop looking for reasons why I did it..."
And Pastilla kept his word. He continued to follow Kaiserschmarrn, even when he abdicated the throne and left Savoy in a terrible state.
"And what will you do now?"
Pastilla finally asked, not understanding what was going on in his new master’s head.
“The Clemens family. You know them? I was born there. A source of endless greed, they have spread their influence across the entire continent of Tierla…”
Kaiserschmarrn spoke calmly, as if it didn’t concern him at all.
“No matter how much you burn the grass, it will still grow back as long as the spring breeze blows… In order to eradicate this hypocritical organization, we must uproot it from its roots. But the further my plan goes, the more attention I will draw to myself… Which is not very good, considering that I plan to drown Tierla in the flames of Hell. What do you say? Are you still ready to follow me?”
Pastilla nodded without hesitation. He threw bread crumbs into the distance and watched the pigeons fly into the sky, illuminated by the bright golden sun.
"Who would be more merciful: a child crushing ants, or an executioner executing criminals? Do not answer. There is not a completely pure and noble person in the whole world. And since this world is made up of evil, it is logical to follow the wisest of villains."
"Do you think that I am this wisest villain?"
"At least for now -- yes..."
Kaiserschmarrn tilted his head to the side, watching the rare embarrassment of the always straightforward Pastilla, and it was impossible to understand whether the emperor was really so pleasantly surprised by his answer.
"If so, then on the day when you decide to leave me, we will definitely fight...
... And I will be the winner."