She stood with a dark glare towards me. She probably didn't expect that I would face her like that, given how I had just rebuked the lady that called herself Pale Rose. Even I hadn't expected it.
'I guess I really am just a sucker for the justice of moralism.'
It was slightly funny coming from someone like me. I was also in no position to point at what the standard of moralism should be or should not be.
I beheld her face with a stern stare. The circle of white flames surrounding me had long since calmed down, forming a scorched desert circle, blazed but low, just below my knee level.
I stared at her, my arms still folded and a ghastly glow covering the atmosphere like a blanket.
"You asked what gives her the right to be a distributor of justice," I said, my voice carrying across the sand. "A fair question. I agreed with you. But let me ask you something in return."
Her tails swayed behind her, agitated but controlled. She was listening.
"Do you even know what you took?"
