The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 972 Ch.971 No Qualification
Although Fernandez seemed to be joking, his concern for Roland had not decreased in the slightest.

In his opinion, Roland's cruel "revenge" in pursuit of "justice" was very similar to the man who was still in the Inquisition, and whose brilliance even overshadowed Enid Jutia.

Keshhai.

The most terrifying holy flame, the real burner.

Up to now, the families of the three young men hung on the street lamps have not dared to say a word - they claimed that they were just traveling in a carriage and accidentally fell into the water.

Two five-ring ritualists and three nobles.

Keshihai took half a minute to make a decision and ten seconds to give an answer.

Fernandez still remembers what he said at the time, and it still remains like a scar on his heart.

'noble?'

'There are no nobles before the ritualist.'

This is why most of the small circles have to endure Enid Jutia no matter how much they hate her.

There's worse to come.

After that day, Fernandez never saw Keshhai again.

later.

It is said that he has become a "great sin" and has a "holy flame" - Enid Jutia also mentioned Kashhai in a meeting of the Inquisition:
'hypocritical.'

This is what Enid said about Keshhai.

Many executive officers at the time had great respect and admiration for Keshihai (including Fernandez himself), and Enid's ridicule undoubtedly silenced more people.

Silent rage.

They didn't think Enid Judia was worthy of that chair.

'I am reluctant, too, everyone. Wait a little longer, if you really think he can lead you to a better future - if the flames only burn, they will only bring destruction.'

Some people objected.

Enid wasn't angry either.

"According to Keshihai's idea - gentlemen and ladies, do you know what the world will become? I am sure that you will see such a world one day - but before that, you losers who were not chosen..."

'Have you decided who you want to kneel to?'

At that time, Enid Jutia sat in the chair with the highest back in the conference room, with her chin supported by her bent arm, admiring the indignant faces as if they were works of art.

until today.

Fernandez will never forget it.

——For Fernandez Devinson, the young executive officer at the time, he did not agree with what Enid Jutia said.

Keshhai should teach those powerless mortals a lesson.

Why should we bow down to these people?
They are just mortals.

Just a mortal.

soon.

The man struggling and dying in the sea of ​​thunder vaguely saw those cold and ruthless eyes.

'The most interesting thing about the spirit of all things is...'

'We are born free.'

He was saved by Enid Jutia.

In the story of "leading a team to dive into the dreamland and track down the owl beasts" that he boasted about for many years, in fact, there was still an important person missing.

'You don't have to tell anyone my name, no... of course not, Devinson. I'm not a person of high moral character, but you are not worthy of being mentioned in the same sentence with me - oh, I hope this doesn't hurt your fragile self-esteem?'

To this day, he has never mentioned it to anyone.

He certainly didn't deserve to be ranked alongside Enid Jutia.

As for the young Mr. Devinson, his brave and arrogant idea of ​​"justice" was constantly tempered by life every day that followed.

It became round and smooth, even reflecting the growing beard on his face.

Enid Jutia was right.

She almost "witnessed" a terrible future: Fernandez just described it this way - if Keshihai's approach is correct, then such a future is indeed inevitable. Just like what Enid passed on to them, and what he used to teach Roland:
You can do whatever you want, just accept the price.

That's why he came to Enid Jutia today.

Save a young man who might go astray, or, let Mistress Enid correct her own misconceptions.

"Who do you think he looks like?"

Enid, however, did not become as serious as Fernandez. Instead, she acted as if she had heard some humorous joke.

"Keshhai?"

"That's right, Lady Enid. Roland Collins... I think the 'road' has begun to take its toll... We don't know what kind of qualifications this road requires..."

Fernandez frowned, looking heavy.

"His views on some things became extreme... Just by abusing babies, he killed everyone in the orphanage except for one caregiver - by angering the ghosts and tricking them into killing themselves..."

"He didn't even distinguish who was guilty of a serious crime and who was guilty of a minor crime, who needed to be pardoned and who was doomed to die—"

"This disturbs me, my Lord. I think back to Kershihai's days in the Inquisition..."

That's what Keshhai is like.

The methods are cruel and there is no mercy.

"Roland is not Keshihai. He is not the Holy Flame, and he will not be the Chief Judge." Enid could understand Fernandez's worries and fears - if Roland was a 'waste', there would be no need to say more. But who made him so outstanding in every aspect?
"Maybe he just..."

Enid thought about it.

"On the way?"

Fernandez's expression was distorted: "...Sir?"

"It's because of friends, Fernandez. Roland only cares about these things. I thought you knew him well enough after almost a year of getting along." Enid poured tea for Fernandez herself for the first time and recommended two plates of her favorite soft cakes.

This makes the executive officer flattered.

Although I don’t dare to really eat it.

"I'm just worried... My Lord, I don't want anything to happen to Roland. If this path will lead him to destruction in pain, I would rather apply for a transfer on his behalf as captain—"

"In fact, you didn't notice the most crucial point," Enid picked up the tea, took a sip, and paused for a long time that made people impatient: "Well... you pay more and more attention to him... as your friend...? Family? Or... an... emotional sustenance..."

Fernandez said dryly, "Sir."

The woman spared his life: "Do you remember where Roland came from and where we rescued him from?"

Fernandez certainly remembers: “The workhouse, the cradle of flesh and blood.”

"Very good. Now, are there many workhouses about the city of London?"

"Very much."

"Yes, a lot," Enid tapped the porcelain cup with her five fingers one by one, and saw her own face in the ripples of the tea. "Did he fight against those directors with bad records for the sake of 'justice' in his heart? Or, because of 'kindness and love', did he save... even one child in the poorhouse? Even give money, even, even ask one more question?"

Fernandez was silent.

He knew the answer without having to recall.

No, and no.

"The reason Roland Collins failed to follow the same path as us was not because he was chosen by another path in advance - he did not have the qualifications for the Holy Flame, Fernandez. I thought you were smart enough to think of the answer in just one sentence... What kind of qualifications do we need?"

Fernandez rubbed his face, in a trance: "He... I... Lady Enid... I don't know how to describe it..."

It was at that moment.

Roland quietly watched the moment when the spirit massacred the caregivers.

The moment the holy spear suspended on his right shoulder gathered with golden light, Fernandez suddenly had an extremely unfamiliar feeling.

Or an illusion.

A bored young man held his chin with his hand and knocked down the king on the chessboard with his other index finger.

This careless disdain sickened not only his flesh and blood, but his soul.

Enid's eyes flickered, and her emotions suddenly fluctuated more obviously: "Really? Tell me about every detail you observed."

Fernandez: ?
(End of this chapter)