Were the victors the righteous ones? No, that was because only the victors would be able to survive, and only then would they have the chance to speak of their own righteousness.
Were the victors the righteous ones? No, there was no such thing as absolute right or justice in this world. Words and actions that sounded absolutely correct, even if they represented the interests of the great majority, would always be hurt because of them.
Strict laws protected ordinary people's daily lives, but criminals who were stripped of their freedom and lives were likely to be eliminated by this "order."
Was what people saw as good really good? If those ancient heroes were placed in the modern world's standards, which one of them wasn't a murderer? They should have long since been punished by the law.
In ancient times, crimes such as theft were enough to be hanged. Crimes such as adultery and other moral flaws were even worse than ordinary capital crimes. And if a noble killed a commoner, the most they would need to do was pay some money.
Was this normal? At the very least, the people of that generation believed this to be normal. In that case, was so-called good and evil only the standards of an era? An evaluation that could change at any moment?
Commoners needed to be saved? Evil people and demons didn't need to be saved? Was killing wolves in order to protect sheep really the right thing to do? If sheep evolved into a powerful and civilized society, those who were hunted or locked up in zoos or specimen museums would likely be those incomparably dangerous hunters of the past.
"Shut up, idiot!"
When a world-destroying flood covered the earth, who would have the right to decide the final passengers on Noah's Ark? God? Tossing something that one couldn't decide to the Gods? How sly.
No, it was arrogance. Who gave you the right to define good and evil? Who decided who could be saved and who had to be kicked off the ark?
The interests of the great majority? The choice of the great majority? What a joke. Did the great majority mean justice? Weren't the most foolish decisions in history all the choices made by the great majority?
Perhaps Cavendish was correct. He didn't need to make a choice and left everything to the cruel elimination of nature …
"Shut up, idiot!"
I was angrily shouting as my holy sword's light illuminated the entire world. However, Cavendish kept smiling and didn't say a single word.
I knew that he was trying to use words to mess with my heart. But at this moment, I was incredibly envious of his personality. Sometimes, being able to think less was indeed a type of happiness.
I knew that he had hidden the truth. He hadn't mentioned it during the negotiation, but he had chosen to tell me now to shake my resolve.
But he definitely knows that my mind isn't that weak!
Then, there was only one explanation … This guy was just trying to disgust me!
"Holy Light, judge this evil."
Even though anger was burning in his chest, the tip of his sword did not tremble in the slightest. Facing the towering giant, he gauged the distance with his eyes, leaped, spread his wings, and stopped in midair for an instant, dodging the giant's slash. He was close enough.
"Evil Shattering Slash!"
The golden brilliance was the blade itself, but the true trump card was the sudden growth of the light blade.
But the tip of the sword was predicted in advance, and the killer move was easily dodged by him, only scratching his cheek.
As expected, my battle with Sophocles had revealed far too much information about me.
"Come, come, come, slash here. You Holy Knight always like to talk about judgment, justice, and other such nonsense. What's the point of thinking so much? At any rate, the one who survives to the end is the one who's right."
While pointing at his own head, he laughed loudly as he said such hateful words. He clearly knew that I hated this world's unspoken rule of survival of the fittest, where only the strong were right.
"Survival of the fittest, where the victor is king? Then what's the point of having laws and morals? What's the difference between humans and beasts? If you only want to evolve your claws and teeth, wouldn't it be better for humans to revert to their ancestors and become monkeys? "
Perhaps it was due to the influence of my previous world's civilization, but I was unable to accept such primitive laws of the jungle. Yet, this was the mainstream view of this world.
As for individuals who were unable to adapt to the world's mainstream views, they were probably the so-called "abnormal species". 99% of the time, they would be eliminated. However, there would always be some rare individuals … who were insane enough to change the world. And there just happened to be two such individuals in this world.
"Roland, do you think that even if everything develops according to your future plans? Even if your Wumianzhe truly completes the path of Law, will he really be able to eliminate world wars? Ha, don't be so naïve. As long as intelligent creatures still have their own selfish desires, war will be inevitable. If you forcefully suppress it, the next war will only be even crueler. "
"Shut up! Cavendish! I know better than anyone that it's impossible to completely eliminate war. What I hope for is … is for this world to be slightly better. At the very least, give the weak some space to live and the right to speak! "
"… Roland, if the weak have the right to speak, then the originally strong will naturally become the weak. Haven't you noticed yet? Your Law is no different from the demons. You're using your fists to convince your opponents. To tell you the truth, you're even worse than the demons. You're forcing wolves to eat grass and sheep to eat meat. At the very least, demons won't force other species to follow their own rules and decide their lifestyles. "
Our swords clashed, but the battle of words never stopped. Both of us clearly knew that only the victor of this battle would have the right to speak. Both of us clearly knew that our opponents wouldn't be moved by words. Both of us clearly knew that words wouldn't be of any use. Both of us clearly knew that neither of us were wrong. Both of us clearly knew that there were some things that didn't have an answer from the very start. Yet, we were unable to stop.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the smell of Holy Light burning flesh followed. Sword wounds kept increasing on both of us. Until we used even more of our trump cards, we were still able to maintain a subtle stalemate.
However, I had already achieved my goal. I had finally prepared all the prerequisites for that troublesome ace weapon of mine.
"Condition number one: the person involved must have caused actual harm."
Cavendish's sword was blocked yet again. However, his sword energy instantly caused my right arm to become a bloody mess. I chanted in praise of Holy Light, and the next instant, my entire arm returned to normal.
In this battle of attrition, the demons' recovery abilities were obviously superior. However, my Holy Light also had healing effects, so I wasn't afraid of either of us.
"Cavendish, you bastard. Have you never considered how many people will die if you open the door to the Holy Light?"
"… Does this have anything to do with me? Isn't it only right for the weak to die? "
At this moment, Cavendish's smile was abnormally infuriating.
The second condition was that the perpetrator made a verbal statement about the injury, explaining the crime and motive of the injury … Achieved.
I fell silent as I looked towards Didina. She was currently unable to move due to her broken legs. She was the only survivor in this dimension.
Condition three, condition four, eyewitness and neutral spectator jurors … met.
"All conditions have been met. Let's begin the trial. Law Sword: Vengeance."
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