"The morality within one's heart?"
"Such a self-centered statement."
A soft chuckle escaped as Heracles pondered the term before him, Laine silently reading the word.
From ancient times to the present, the constraints of so-called morality have always been meant to safeguard against gentlemen, not scoundrels.
And Heracles could hardly be called a gentleman, having deceived enemies encountered during his trials in later myths.
Of course, he was not a scoundrel either, at least not compared to his father.
Therefore, in the absence of events like swearing by the 'Styx', Laine neither underestimated nor overestimated the promises of Heracles.
He merely nodded indifferently, as if accepting the cost.
"Then as you wish, O brave warrior from Thebes."
"You offer up your promise, and in return, I shall tell you the secrets of all things within this palace once inhabited by a deity."