True Immortal Heart-Chapter 59: End of the Conversation

If killing the innocent is considered a wrong deed, then killing the guilty must be a righteous act.

That argument, while logical from a certain standpoint, completely falls apart in the context of modern society.

Only those with proper authority can pass judgment on others. If anyone could do so freely, it would lead to countless disastrous situations.

Take a simple example: A person sees a thief attempting to steal something and immediately rushes over to punch the thief in the face. Unfortunately, the blow lands on a fatal spot, and the thief drops dead on the spot.

Another person witnesses this scene and assumes that the one who struck the thief is a murderer who acted with malicious intent.

The one who delivered the punch now has no way to explain himself—the thief is already dead, and his one-sided story sounds suspicious, especially since the thief was found with nothing stolen on him. In the end, the person who should have been hailed as a hero is instead sentenced to death by the judgment of the crowd.

This instance instance is just a small example. In reality, society is far more complex. If anyone could issue judgments at will, chaos would be the only outcome.

Of course, the three members of the Veilrose family understood that as well. But did it really matter to them? Social collapse was society’s concern. As far as they were concerned, their actions were completely justified.

Naturally, under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t think this way. But now, with immortality and power far beyond mortal limits within reach, hesitation no longer came so easily.

"This makes it a bit more acceptable, but doesn’t this behavior show disregard for the law?" Caelan asked.

For a businessman, the law holds great importance. They may bend it for profit, but no seasoned entrepreneur wants to be on the wrong side of it.

To the common people, the government might seem like an abstract, unreachable entity. But to someone who truly understands this world, it’s clear that their lives are constantly under the influence—and protection—of the government.

And the law is the very embodiment of that government. To oppose the law is to oppose the government. Once you go down that road, every legal business endeavor you have becomes meaningless.

Of course, mafia-like groups such as Viper had violated the law countless times. But those people had no regard for their own lives. Ordinary people, on the other hand, cherished theirs—so there was no need to follow that same path.

Naturally, Dusk understood this as well. Yet through Caelan’s eyes and expression, he could tell the man simply wanted an excuse—something that would justify his actions and ease his conscience.

To put it simply, if you kill someone and the people around you cheer you on like a hero, then deep down, you can cling to that praise as justification. It becomes a psychological shield that allows you to keep killing—without guilt.

"Yes, what we’re doing is against the law," Dusk said calmly, "but it aligns with human morality. Never forget that morality is far more important than any law. Those who have no morality should leave behind their legacy... to serve those who do."

His face remained emotionless. His heartbeat didn’t quicken. Every word he spoke felt like truth—like common sense carved into the soul of mankind.

The reasoning was vague, yes—but it was enough. Enough for the three of them to accept.

Especially Lysandra. Among them, she was the one who resonated most strongly with his words.

She believed that parasites feeding off humanity had no right to exist. Their destruction, in her eyes, was in perfect harmony with the beauty she pursued.

Dusk turned to look at her, wondering how he could draw her in even deeper—bind her to his cause.

Moments later, the corner of his lips curled into a faint smirk. He had found the words.

"Lysandra," he said in a voice laced with temptation, "just imagine—one day, if you were to rid the world of every soul twisted by cruelty and devoid of humanity, wouldn’t that be wonderful? The greatest, most glorious era in all of human history would dawn—an age as if heaven itself had descended upon the earth. Surely, the one to shape such an era... should be the most beautiful person in the world, don’t you think?"

Lysandra froze. Then, her eyes began to gleam with growing excitement.

His words had struck a chord deep within her—a perfect harmony with the beauty she so longed to create.

Tharion and Caelan frowned, unsure why Dusk had suddenly said such a thing. But when Lysandra’s attitude shifted so abruptly for the better, both of them had a very, very bad feeling.

That feeling... was the sinking realization that their most precious treasure had just been snatched away right before their eyes—by some insolent little brat.

And yet, they couldn’t say a word. They knew all too well how serious Lysandra was about her ideals.

The two men exchanged a glance. In their eyes, there was both resignation and a silent, bitter camaraderie—fellow sufferers bound by fate.

Of course, Dusk noticed their expressions, but it didn’t matter much to him. From what he had observed, Lysandra was someone with a strong will of her own.

Once she made a decision, nothing—not even family—could stop her.

And that was why, to win her over, all he had to do was persuade her. He didn’t need to worry about her relatives.

Yes, her family mattered—for now. But looking further into the future, someone with a unique path was far more valuable than a wealthy household.

Dusk and the three of them continued their conversation, diving into greater detail about what needed to be done going forward.

After a while, Caelan and Tharion decided to leave, as there were still many matters that required their attention.

"Father, Grandfather, I want to go with Dusk," Lysandra said.

The two men, who had been turning to leave, froze as if turned to stone. It felt as though their ears had suddenly stopped working—like they hadn’t heard a word she said.

"Did you not hear me?" she asked.

Only now were they barely able to accept the harsh truth—that their most treasured gem was about to leave them behind.

"Why?" Caelan asked. He wanted to hear the reason—and if it turned out to be something foolish, he was ready to do everything in his power to stop her.

"Because I feel like I want to understand him more," she replied. "A strange man in this new era... he’s truly fascinating. And besides, I’m going to be part of the Great Love Guild in the future anyway. It’s only natural to learn more about its founder. That way, I can better understand the direction your will is leading us toward."

She smiled as she spoke—both to Dusk and to her family.

Indeed, Lysandra was deeply curious about Dusk.

Here was a man who clearly possessed a wealth of knowledge about the era to come—yet instead of hoarding it for personal gain, he had chosen to risk his life... for the sake of humanity’s future.

She knew he wasn’t some highly educated scholar, nor was he wealthy. By all measures, he was someone from the very bottom of society.

And that, she thought, made her all the more curious.

What could possibly drive someone so disregarded by society to risk everything... for that same society?

Is this what they call a hero? she wondered.

She wasn’t sure, but she didn’t think Dusk was very far from one.

By conventional logic, anyone who held such information would keep it to themselves and use it to maximize their benefits.

With the right calculations, they could even seize control over a region and crown themselves king within a short time.

Of course, doing so would mean clashing directly with the government—but it wasn’t impossible.

She didn’t have to look far to imagine it. If the ones who had obtained this knowledge first were her father or grandfather, their ambitions would have exploded overnight.

They were, by societal standards, good people. But she understood right from wrong.

She knew a businessman without ambition is no businessman at all.

Of course, she didn’t hate them for their ambition—unless it led them to do something that violated her personal standard of beauty and righteousness.

And it was precisely because of all this that she now wished to walk alongside Dusk in the coming days—to better understand this strange man born of such a turbulent era.

In response to her words, both Caelan and Tharion fell silent.

They couldn’t interfere with her choice. But truthfully, neither of them could accept the idea of their noble daughter becoming a criminal.

It was a strange notion, wasn’t it? How could she suddenly become a criminal?

The answer, of course, was simple: because she had chosen to become part of the Great Love Guild. Her seemingly righteous choice was actually not very righteous in the eyes of many people.