"Stop it! Nooo! Don't say it! Don't say anything!"
The old woman shrieked in a high-pitched voice and collapsed to the ground.
"I see."
I let out a sigh.
I don't understand the value of something like family at all. I can't comprehend anything beyond the joy I'd feel at their demise.
But even without understanding, I do possess imagination.
I look up at the fruit swaying on the tree.
It's surely not tasty—just a withered fruit.
I'm not a clever person.
For someone like me, freedom is synonymous with danger. That's why I leave every decision up to God.
However, God once said to me:
"You may live as you wish. I grant you my permission."
That's right.
I am—
"I am Liora, an apostle of the Evil God and an A-rank adventurer."