"Madman?"
"I admit it!"
"I even call myself a madman!"
Hanakaiin Rō withdrew his gaze; he wanted to shrug his shoulders.
But under the invisible pressure, he simply couldn't do it.
All he could do was sigh again and begin to speak—
"They've obstructed the 'Inside World' again and again."
"They've tarnished the glory of the Transcendent time and time again."
"So, I asked them to leave temporarily."
"And after that?"
"When they came back, they probably hated me enough to want me dead—absolutely pathetic. A group of people clearly capable of changing everything, of making the 'Inside World' flourish, but instead clinging desperately to outdated traditions."
"Do you know what those old folks said after I dared to suggest that the 'Inside World' should emerge into the public view, like gunpowder had, and rise to prominence?"
"'The strength of the 'Inside World' lies in its mystique. Without mystery, it will no longer be strong!'"
"Strong?"
