"Hah. That was also the gods' fault." Vritra said, then continued with a shrug, "I only wanted to enter the game so they would stop trying to kill me and my family, but they caused an accident and all of this happened."
Petonil was utterly speechless. What sort of excuse was that even?
It was like a pitiful thief saying, I only went to steal because I was poor, but the owner came back at the wrong time. So it was his fault that I killed him, not mine.
"That makes no sense. Even if there was a reason like that behind it, it doesn't change the fact that you caused heavy losses for the higher beings and the gods, so you will have to take responsibility for it." Petonil argued.
"Fine. If trying to protect my family from those criminals is a crime, then I am a criminal. If the law only supports the powerful and suppresses the weak, then I deserve punishment. Go ahead and give me the harshest punishment." Vritra said, turning his gaze away, his voice filled with pain.
