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Doubting Vermouth?
Naturally, there was doubt.
It would be stranger not to harbor any doubts.
Vermouth Lionheart — that guy had been suspicious even three hundred years ago. It wasn't strange for a person to have a secret or two they wished to hide from everyone, but Vermouth had far more than a couple of secrets tucked away.
Even thinking about it now, everything about Vermouth was shrouded in mystery and aroused suspicion. Eugene even harbored misgivings about whether Vermouth had even been a human; he even wondered whether Vermouth Lionheart had been his real name.
But despite the swirling doubts and thinking of Vermouth as a bastard, Hamel/Eugene believed in Vermouth.
He understood very well that trust and doubt could not go hand-in-hand. Yet, he believed in Vermouth, even if the bastard might not be human and even if Vermouth had not been his actual name.
It was simple. Eugene had faith in Vermouth.
It wasn't just Eugene, either. Even Sienna, who had been stabbed through the heart by Vermouth, trusted him. Molon, who had been hunting monsters for over a hundred years due to a single request from the man, also believed in Vermouth. Anise, who had personally overseen Vermouth's funeral with tears in her eyes, believed in Vermouth, too.
Like daggers, the Demon King’s question struck hard and deep into Eugene’s wounded spirit. It felt suffocating. Eugene glared at the Demon King of Incarceration without offering an immediate response.
Setting aside the trust in Vermouth, that question hit too close to home. It was so on point, that it felt offensive.
By now, it was apparent that Vermouth wasn’t the only one to have...
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