Once I straightforwardly asked her what I thought, she fell silent for moment as she tapped the corner of her cheek, then answers naturally.

"I admire the courage you showed when decisively killing your enemy."

"And now you left me without any words to respond to that answer." I sigh while shaking my head disbelievingly at the girl before me.

"I know it's strange, but I feel admiration for the decision you made nonetheless, because that decision you made was something I have never seen someone with an upbringing like yours ever make." Her eyes sparked as she continues her explanation.

"As I said previously. A year ago, my father secretly brought convicted criminals to this Training Ground and ordered me execute them for my 'training'. The first few time I killed humans of my own race, I puked while deluding myself that I was upholding justice, scared of my father who forcibly made me push my sword into the throat of another living person.

However, after a few days, my hands went numb as I started to actively kill the criminals without my father's urging. It was at that time I realised how tainted my hands were and how cruel this world really is.

Father securely tied them, but he didn't gag them, so I was able to hear their racing mad screams before they died by my hands. Some of them begged for mercy, some of them cursed, while others seemed so apathetic towards their deaths as if they had lost their will to live before even arriving here." She may have merely wanted to explain herself once she began talking, but after a mere few words, her emotions got the best of her as she sobbed.

My mind was blank for a moment at the sudden development. Then a sympathetic feeling arose in my heart as I looked at Sapphire more carefully.

I wasn't dense enough to not understand why she would tell me her feelings and not anyone else.

Compared to the older servants of the household who only know how to give lip service and children her own age who are too naive to understand what death really meant, telling someone like me who was both honest with my feelings and her own age must have been more suitable in her eyes.

I don't know how she had bottled it up for so long but it seems like the dam she built in her heart has burst.

What should I say? I can't emphasise with her at all. Even though I'm a year younger than her and have killed round about the same time she first did, the feeling someone should feel when killing another human being is something I'm already immune to.

As a man who murdered on a daily basis in my past life for countless years as I earned my salary, I've already forgotten what it's like to feel disgust when killing someone, I'd only be spouting lies if I comforted her now.

Why do I want to be more honest with her than I was before? Easy, it's because she touched my heart, this youthful heart of mine isn't stone cold to the point of emotionlessness... yet.

Perhaps in this life I'll grow to be the same man I was in my past life, a man who had lost the ability to see the countless colours around him, or maybe I'll change over the years after being moved by the many beautiful scenes in this magical world.

Either way, there's no need to be so secretive and manipulative towards my first 'friend'. Instead of talking nonsense to her, I lifted my arm and patted her head while waiting for her to calm down. When my eyes glanced towards where Merilin and Sylphy were playing did I feel at ease when patting her.

It wasn't like I was embarrassed or anything for patting the Young Miss's head. It's just that it would be tedious to explain why we're being intimate.

With my extremely sense towards Mana and Ether, I even eliminated the 'bugs' that were keeping tabs on us beforehand. So I'm sure the Duke won't find out how I'm breaking courtesy.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." She suddenly wiped her tears away and smiled sweetly as she gently pushed my hand away.

"Thank you." She followed up while tracing her hand on where I pat.

She didn't seem embarrassed after crying in front of me so pitifully. If I was to point out the change I felt in her, then it would be that she looked more refreshed, as if a burden had been taken off her shoulders. Once again I'm stumped for words as I feel she's breaking some sort of status quo.

"What? Your now a friend of mine. So it's only natural you comfort me when I'm down." She says innocently. Well, it looks like I was needlessly worried, she seems have overcome her trauma.

I hid the admiration I had for her deeply in my heart. Who knows what kind of arrogant and narcissistic quotes I'll hear if I voiced my thoughts.

At first, I thought I was the only special person in this magical world, but it looks like I was wrong. How could a normal 11 year old girl with a mind as strong as hers not be special as well?

"The reason you told me all that was due to the fact you wanted to ask me something, right?" I ask deeply.

"Mhmm. I wanted to ask, from your perspective, was I wrong?" A darkness covers here eyes as she seriously asks.

"That's a stupid question." She didn't point out our status or anything even after seeing how informal I was. All she did was listen attentively to my opinion without interrupting my words.

"There's no right way to murdering someone. No matter what justifications you use to sugarcoat your actions and no matter how much it wasn't your fault, what's done is done.

You can either be a good person by living with guilt of killing and torture your heart with your regret, or you can be a bad person and move on. The choice is yours to pick. Whether your right or wrong no longer matters now that your tainted like me." I shrugged unconcernedly. It's not that I wasn't seriously giving her an answer, it was just that there was no right answer to her question, the world isn't as black and white as she made it out to be.

In my past life, I struggled to survive on the battlefield and threw away things like moral values in order to claw my way to victory. I did many crimes and killed dozens of people without mercy, yet all my sins were rewarded with golden medals.

If the world was a fair place, a man like me wouldn't deserve to live a happy life, so it's pointless to ponder on such useless things like right or wrong.

"What a strange answer. As expected of you." She laughs with a lively expression. The hint of sadness in her eyes dissipated like fog at my words.

"There's no right or wrong when killing, huh? You sound like a grown up." The Young Miss complains while pouting her lips. I really find this girl interesting, to think she'd be so inwardly innocent, it looks like I have long to go in understanding women.

"I am a grown up." She looked at the mature face I was making and rolls her eyes. Even if I was to tell someone I'm a reincarnated old man, I doubt there's no one who'd believe me, it is a little too unbelievable even on Sphera.