"I would like to ask, if I were to attack you in this place now, would you kill me?"
Rorschach's tone was brisk, as if he were telling a funny joke.
This performance made Malthael want to laugh a little.
Of course he could see that Rorschach really wanted to know the answer to this question.
On the contrary, Rorschach really wanted to give Malthael a hard blow right here.
"I wouldn't do this if I were you.
But it is a pity that I am wisdom and you are justice."
Malthael's words were a bit strange, and his hood was constantly shaking, as if he was trying hard to suppress a smile.
"Then give me an answer, if you won't kill me.
Then I’m going to take action. As for whether you torture me or not, I don’t care!”
Rorschach’s voice is sonorous and powerful!
That fearless awareness can be felt by everyone who hears him speak.
Malthael looked at Rorschach in front of him and silently put his hand in front of Rorschach.
The Soul Reaper, which had taken away countless lives, gradually solidified from its illusory appearance, and was then slowly grasped by the slender hands.
"Rorschach, you can try to pick up this Soul Reaper.
I think you should already know from the barbarians that this scythe itself is the embodiment of death.
If you can master it, you are the new death!
An existence that brings judgment in the name of justice and can control the life and death of those being judged.
If you can do this, I don't care if you are an archangel of justice or a barbarian.
Of course, you have been Rorschach from beginning to end, now! Rorschach, make your choice."
Malthael's voice was suddenly very gentle, as gentle as a mother nurturing her child.
Malthael's compassion and kindness as an archangel never faded.
It was just his wisdom that allowed him to make a choice amid that hesitation!
Angel or demon?
Survive or perish?
The death of mankind and the continuation of the eternal war...
This series of questions have appeared in Malthael's mind.
He who once managed the Destiny Library in High Heaven seemed to have obtained the answer a long time ago.
After all...who stipulates that wisdom cannot acquire knowledge?
If you learn without thinking, you will be in vain; if you think without learning, you will be in danger.
The knowledge Malthael learned was not as good as Lilith, the embodiment of knowledge.
But what he knows is definitely no less than Lilith.
The biggest difference between the two is probably that Malthael's knowledge requires learning to increase his reserves.
And the scope of Lilith's knowledge is increasing every moment.
No one thought Malthael was stupid, even though he was particularly rough in his handling of the end of the Eternal War.
However, even Bulcasso never intended to accuse him of anything.
This is a matter of implementing your own ideas.
This is not something that should be measured and criticized.
Malthael wants to kill all humans, so it is natural for Bulcaisuo, a human, to stop Malthael.
The opposition of ideas eventually turned into violent comparison.
The strong can continue to implement themselves.
The weak will be accidentally remembered by the strong countless years later.
"Justice tells me I can't do this.
But this time I'm not going to follow the lead of justice.
If picking up the Reaper of Souls in your hand is unjust, then justice should at least tell me why."
Rorschach spoke calmly, and then slowly stretched out his hand.
Although Rorschach could not observe Malthael's expression, he noticed Malthael's expectant gaze!
The rough, calloused hand slowly reached over the Reaper of Souls!
Then slowly fall!
Until that hand successfully grasped the handle of the Reaper of Souls!
"Congratulations, now I can give you an answer.
If you attack me, I won't kill you."
Malthael said so!
Rorschach heard a sigh of relief from Malthael's words!
"No one can kill death, right?"
Rorschach's hand began to wither the moment it came into contact with the Reaper of Souls.
Traces of life are disappearing from Rorschach's arms little by little!
Life is being poured into that weird sickle!
In Rorschach's eyes, the blue light of justice became more intense!
"In fact, I tried to let Tyrael control this power in the beginning.
However, I did not expect that Warusk back then could actually cause the essence of death to cause waves in the unconscious 'existence'.
Death seems to be truly giving birth to its own will.
I can't decide whether Death will become an archangel or a demon of hell.
I still can’t forget the way Inaris looked at death.
That's expectation.
Rorschach, dear, can you tell me?
Do you think death will be just or otherwise?"
Malthael's voice became gentler.
But Rorschach just gritted his teeth!
He is trying hard to fight against the scythe in his hand sucking away his life!
He was feeling the barbarian blood in his body roaring horribly!
"Rorschach, open your mouth?
When do you think the justice Bulqueso hopes for will be achieved?
Under what circumstances do you think justice and fairness can be regarded as unbiased?
Or do you think that judgment made by wisdom can bring about true fairness?
Rorschach, you have grasped the Reaper of Souls and are feeling the power of death.
You should already know this!
It is impossible for humans to master death, whether they are barbarians or wizards, or even witch doctors or warrior monks.
No human being can master death.
There is only one big thing they can do from beginning to end, and that is to stand death in front of others.
To be continued...