“My home only exists in the past, a place that has vanished with the wind, so... perhaps... I should be like you, indifferent to everything, just happy to live each day.”

Ernie spoke, swinging her legs casually, like a real girl, pouring out her frustrations to the two of them. She said, "But I don't think it should be like this... I can't explain why, but it really shouldn't be like this."

Yes, Ernie couldn't say what she really wanted. She just felt that something was wrong, that something was wrong, but she couldn't grasp it... and she couldn't figure it out.

"So I think we should think about the problem in extreme ways... By considering the problem from the most extreme perspective, we might find the answer, and perhaps we can understand a little bit what you people who don't care about the survival of the world are thinking about."

As Ernie spoke, a faint black aura swirled in her eyes. Her legs stopped swinging, and the atmosphere instantly became heavy. She said, "If the one who wants to destroy the world isn't the uncertain Inra of [Chaos], but you?"

"..."

Vereesa squinted, forced to close her eyes... because in her special vision, the lingering blackness had transformed into a pitch-black storm, making it impossible for her to maintain the observation of her magic eye.

"..."

"If... I mean if... just if..."

Ernie spoke, glancing at the succubus girl training (…), then at the world, which was relatively peaceful except for being a bit cold, and said, “If I were to destroy the world…”

"Will you try to stop us?"

All three of them knew the answer to this question perfectly well…

The answer is no, because that is the reason, that is beyond the scope of discussion, and whether it ends or not is not within their sphere of thought.

Similarly, the question of whether or not to interfere with the main plane is also outside their scope of consideration...

It is precisely because of this that Ernie has realized that whether [Ira] is [Chaos] or not is completely unimportant to outsiders like Vereesa who are [indifferent].

All their words and arguments, all their accusations and questions, are nothing but excuses.

But everything shouldn't have been this way.