"Beautiful scenery is hell!" Fujiwara Reya said cryptically.
Kasahara Fumi thought he was talking nonsense again, perhaps trying to amuse her. Yet she instinctively took it seriously, attempting to view the scenery as hell. In the lush green, silent, nonchalant landscape before her, beauty was clearly swaying, what did it have to do with hell?
"Do you believe in demons?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
"Demons with horns?"
"Exactly."
"If evil were to be likened to demons, then of course I could believe in them."
"But what if there were physical demons in reality?"
"In any case, what we're talking about is hypothetical. If we delve into it like this, specific examples would be needed. Just like a bridge requires piers for support." Kasahara Fumi said with the earnestness of a science student, "The deeper you go into hypothetical things, the weaker they get, and the conclusions become boundless."
"I feel a black lily is a specific example." Fujiwara Reya said.
