"Because they are bad people! They..." Soka intended to say 'they kill people', but wouldn't that just fall right into the serpent's linguistic trap? The little angel tugged at the Desire Demon's wings. At this moment, the sharp-tongued Eryies should be able to help her. However, Eryies' gaze was hollow, not yet snapped back to reality.

"Who defines good and bad? The Light God? Or you?" The serpent chuckled softly. The little angel opened her mouth, as if wanting to say something, but not a single word came out. She looked at the serpent, stared into his black pupils, then hesitated, glanced at the sleeping Lynch. 'That's right! Brother Lynch never told me what defines good and bad.' It was as if enchanted by magic, she gradually fell silent, her slender eyebrows knitted together, her mind seemingly in chaos.

"Hmph! All honeyed words, every word that comes from your serpent mouth is venom!" Zilvra shook off Eryies' hand and slapped her hard in the face, the crisp sound striking at Soka's heart, jerked her back to clarity. Zilvra shouted at the Desire Demon, "Are you a devil or just a mountain chicken, how can you shiver in front of a little venomous serpent?"

"Do not treat your partner so harshly, ma'am." The serpent's words sounded as though advising a naive child. Zilvra seemed stubbornly capricious while the serpent seemed more like a wise elder, correcting such error with ample life experience. "You cannot expect everyone to be like you, nothing in this world is exactly identical. Moreover, she has her own perfection within, not needing to be as you demand. You call my words venom, but is there any title more heart-wrenching to me than that?" The serpent said, "None! When I speak, my heart is calm, guiltless, even forthright and candid. Or perhaps my words wound your hearts, for that, I would apologize to you; but please do not call my words venom, would you? You may call it a potion containing pain, for those good medicines though bitter can cure the afflictions of the heart. But venom, oh dear God! My heart is deeply pained!"

"You should perform in theatre, maybe those bards would accept you." Zilvra sneered and said, "If you have nothing else, just leave here and find a deep pit with your accomplices to make a den! Winter does not welcome you here!"

"Oh, please don't get worked up!" The serpent said, his voice seeming to waver at that moment, a glimmer flashing in his eyes. "Dear lady, you've stayed by Lynch's side for a long time, naturally learned his sharp words. But my struggle with those old forces has never classified you as enemies. Lynch and I— if he were awake, he'd perhaps be delighted by this designation— both of us bear the power to change this world. He may not know now, or fully realize it, but one day he will open his eyes to see the world's situation. When the wave of progress begins to push history's river, he will stand with me."

"By then, we can have a good talk." The serpent said, "If you accept my goodwill, which means accepting the benefits of my years of accumulated knowledge. Lynch and I can push this world to an unprecedented height. Join hands, and there is a brighter future."

Having finished, the serpent looked at Zilvra full of anticipation, as if waiting.

"Would you stand with Brother Lynch?" Soka broke the silence, "Hmph! You're not as good as my brother! Just now you almost confused me!" She stuck her tongue out at the serpent, then said, "Don't expect me to listen to what you say!"

"Oh, don't be like that, adorable little angel." The serpent still spoke in an extremely gentle voice, "You possess the world's most beautiful and kind heart, but you should also understand the world's suffering. Lynch always shows you the best things, shielding those dark corners from your sight with his hand. Oh, dear lady, why don't you tell the angel beside you the things she doesn't know? When beggars fall ill in filthy, stinking gutters, reaching out for the mercy of a swift death; when fire burns down villages, children sitting among ruins with helpless eyes facing crows ready to peck at them; when a noble lord seizes a family's last grain just to feed some useless pet. Angel, your eyes should be open!"

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