The hammer of judgment in Rorschach's hand began to exude power, and even anger appeared on his body.
Everything Bulqueso has put into Rorschach seems to have finally blossomed at this time, but he doesn't know when it will bear the joyful fruit.
"I believe in myself!"
“Do you believe in yourself? Do you believe in your doubts?
Then you are absolutely crazy!”
Rorschach provided his own summary of Wayne's statement.
Perhaps Batman is already a madman?
Who would doubt everything?
 Still believe in yourself?
This is not about believing in yourself, it is about your delusional and crazy self seeking relief!
“I don’t know if I’m crazy. Do you remember that clown from before?
 He said I was crazy, but I thought he was crazy.
 Is anyone in this world normal? Or when everyone is crazy, then the normal person is the crazy one?”
 Wayne's words became increasingly incoherent and he spoke gibberish.
 The body is shaking constantly.
“I suddenly remembered a person who behaved almost exactly like you now for a while.”
Rorschach looked at the trembling Wayne, his expression became strange.
“Aidan the Prince, or Aidan the Dark Wanderer, whatever.
 I heard that there was not much difference between his behavior before he was completely corrupted and your behavior now.
So can you tell me what your name is?
 I want to hear you say your name."
The hammer in Rorschach's hand was raised, as if he would attack immediately if the answer he got was incorrect.
"My name is……"
 “I thought I heard someone talking about Aidan?”
 A voice directly interrupted Wayne's answer.
 Did not hear this answer, but Rorschach breathed a sigh of relief.
 He was a little worried that he would hear some strange names, such as Diavolo or Belebar.
Rorschach had already made preparations. When he sacrificed himself for love, he had already made all preparations.
 Kill the corrupted partner, or kill the corrupted self.
Rorschach has nothing to hesitate about.
 It's just that he hasn't had time to hand over his diary to a trustworthy person.
If possible, he did not intend to give his diary to Bulcaisso.
 If possible, he planned to hand over his diary to Ye Xiao or a reporter.
 “Leoric?”
Rorschach looked at the figure that suddenly appeared and subconsciously said the person's name.
This is understandable. Although Rorschach has not seen Leoric during the Wise King period, Tyrell has.
That meeting left a deep enough impression on Tyrael that he even engraved this memory on the traces of the Archangel of Justice.
 “I don’t think I have seen you before, but I have seen the Archangel of Justice.”
 Leoric smiled gently.
 Sit directly next to Wayne.
Leoric thrust the King's Sword directly into the ground, and the light from his body shrouded Wayne's body bit by bit.
“Honestly, the smarter the guy, the easier it is to get into trouble, and this kind of guy won’t listen to advice except to figure it out on his own.”
Leoric raised the corners of his mouth and said, even though his eyes were fixed on Rorschach.
 It’s just that Wayne knew that he was speaking to himself.
“I thought it was Bulcaisel who came over.”
 Wayne twitched the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile.
It sounds like he is more relaxed when he stays on the sacred mountain of Harrogath than when he stays in Gotham City.
 Gotham City needs a cold, all-powerful Batman, but Harrogath doesn't necessarily need a Bruce Wayne who can be regarded as a warrior.
There is no need for him to pretend here, that's why Wayne feels flustered here.
“Yes, yes, this is Harogas of Bulcaisso. Ordinarily, as the head of the family, he has the responsibility to manage everything in the family.
 It’s just that everyone needs a rest sometimes, right? Do you know how many Nephalem have exposed their flaws in battle because of fatigue?”
Leoric spoke in a relaxed manner, as if he and Wayne and Rorschach were old acquaintances, without any hint of rawness.
“I think there are not many of them, at least not among savages.”
Rorschach smiled.
The ancestors he learned about had countless thoughts in their hearts, but none of them could not sleep because of worry.
 In the words of our ancestors, this is the type of saying "Can you kill Diavolo if you are so worried that you can't sleep?"
“Actually, there are still such guys among barbarians. In fact, the guys who are least worried are the monks.”
As he spoke, Leoric pointed with his chin at the figure approaching in the distance.
 Craig, Mr. Immortal, and perhaps the last monk.
 “Because of faith?”
Rorschach glanced at Wayne and said.
Perhaps Wayne needs a little faith in Rorschach's eyes?
 Most madmen need a refuge, and it is better to believe in an illusory God than to believe in a real and somewhat moody God.
 At least there won’t really be a god dictating what to the unlucky people on the verge of madness.
 “Because I’m used to it.”
 Leoric adjusted his crown and said something similar to a cold joke.
“The more powerful the monk, the easier it is to hear the voices of the gods.
Every day there is a group of smart and powerful people in your mind, at least they were powerful at least once. They are constantly telling you what to do.
 Have to say a few words, big and small, as big as what skills should be used when fighting, as small as which foot should be taken first when going out.
 When you listen to what others say every day, you will naturally choose to be rebellious.
 So you started to go your own way.
So they no longer worried about anything, and the most difficult days passed after he chose to block the gods.
What difficulties are there that you still have to overcome?”
 Leoric's words were full of ridicule towards the monks.
Monks are really unlucky sometimes.
“That’s quite right. There’s nothing wrong with saying it’s faith.
But monks will only believe in themselves in the end, because they eventually become one of the gods."
  Craig's voice sounded a bit like Karasim's, as if there was something left behind when the first generation of Bulcaisel left his body.
 “So will the gods suspect anything?”
Leoric said with a smile.
To be continued...