The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me

Robwin sank into thought for a while, his eyes distant as if searching through old memories.

After a long pause, he finally spoke,

"There isn't any real proof that demons exist," he said slowly, his tone carrying a hint of doubt.

"Still, some people believe they once did, long ago."

"Maybe they were wiped out, or maybe they simply vanished from this world."

Vivian listened carefully, his curiosity deepening.

He had never written about demons in his novel, not even once.

So if they were truly real, then it made sense why the story of this world had started to change so much.

Why things were no longer following the book he had written.

He frowned slightly and asked,

"But why? I mean, if demons were real, someone should have seen them, right? There should be some proof."

Robwin glanced at him, taking a quiet breath before answering.

"You're right," he said softly.

"If demons truly existed, there would be signs, witnesses, or stories that passed down something clearly."

He spoke, "from what little we know, demons were said to make contracts with humans."

"They would offer power, knowledge, or even life itself in exchange for something they desired."

He paused for a moment, his eyes thoughtful.

"But… there are no solid records from the mediaeval era that mention them.

Vivian looked thoughtful as countless possibilities crossed his mind.

His gaze fell on the sword in his hand, its surface dark and silent, yet he could still feel the faint echo of hatred within it.

'A normal human could never create something like this,' he thought.

Only a being who truly ruled over such a deep emotion could forge a weapon born from it.

Turning to Robwin, he asked slowly,

"Is it possible for a human to gain the power to control an emotion?"

"I mean… this sword holds pure hatred, the kind that only someone who completely understands and commands that feeling could create. Could a human ever reach that point?"

Robwin's eyes softened with quiet admiration.

He hadn't expected such a thoughtful question from someone so young.

Though Vivian clearly hadn't studied much history, his curiosity and way of thinking carried real depth.

Taking a steady breath, Robwin began,

"You're right. This sword is something that defies reason."

"For years, blacksmiths and magicians have tried to study it."

"They tested every method they could think of, trying to understand how hatred could be shaped into metal, but none of them ever found an answer."

He paused, his tone lowering slightly.

"It's said that only the Demon Kings, the beings who hold authority over emotions like hatred, greed, envy, or pride, could create such things."

"That's why many historians believe there may be truth in the old rumors."

"Perhaps demons weren't just stories after all… but beings who once ruled over the emotions that humans could never truly master."

Vivian's fingers tightened around the sword's hilt.

The idea of such beings, creatures who could command emotions themselves, felt both terrifying and fascinating.

Vivian fell silent for a moment, lost in his thoughts.

Then, an idea slowly formed in his mind.

"If demons really did exist," he said carefully, "or if they still exist somewhere… are they truly bad?"

"I mean, people always talk about demons as if they're evil by nature, but is that really true?"

Robwin's expression softened, the faint admiration in his eyes growing stronger.

It had been a long time since someone had asked questions like these, thoughtful, open, and full of curiosity.

For years, he had studied old records out of pure interest.

And now that someone was actually listening with such focus, he couldn't help but feel a quiet excitement rise within him.

He nodded slowly, speaking with a bit more energy than before.

"In the old records that survived from ancient times, demons were often mentioned but the descriptions are unclear."

"Some say they could cross vast distances in the blink of an eye, others say they could take on any form they wished."

"But one thing is always the same, they were seen as the complete opposites of celestials."

"Celestials?" Vivian frowned, another unfamiliar word appearing before him.

Robwin smiled slightly, not at all bothered by the interruption.

"Yes, celestials," he said patiently.

"You must have heard that there are still a few religions in our empire, right?"

"Though not many follow them anymore, their old texts describe celestials as the messengers of God, beings of light and order."

He paused briefly before continuing.

"And in those same texts, demons are described as their opposites, beings of chaos and desire, often called evil."

He looked thoughtful as he added quietly, "But whether they were truly evil… that's something no one can say for sure."

"History is written by those who survive, and perhaps, by those who win."

Vivian's confusion didn't fade.

He tilted his head slightly and asked, "Earlier, you said demons were the complete opposite of celestials… how exactly?"

Robwin let out a small chuckle, the kind that came from both amusement and fondness.

"That part isn't very clear," he admitted.

"But there's something all the old texts agree on."

He paused for a moment, his gaze settling deeply on Vivian.

"Both celestials and demons are said to possess authority over certain emotions."

"Emotions?" Vivian repeated, uncertain.

That word had come up several times now, yet it still felt strange in this context.

Robwin nodded slowly.

"Yes, emotions," he said with a calm tone.

"According to the holy scriptures of different faiths, the celestials had seven kings, each ruling over a pure emotion, like hope, kindness, or faith."

"And just like them, the demons also had seven kings, but theirs ruled over the darker emotions, such as hatred, envy, and despair."

He took a soft breath and added.

"And above them all stood two supreme beings, the Celestial God and the Demon God."

"Together, they represented the balance between light and darkness, though some say it was never truly balanced."

Vivian's eyes widened slightly.

The idea that emotions themselves could be ruled or even embodied by beings of such power felt unreal, yet, the sword in his hand was proof that it might not be just myth.

Vivian's mind spun with questions.

The more he learned, the less he understood.

If beings like celestials and demons truly existed, wouldn't they be so powerful that humans would be like insects before them?

The thought sent a small chill down his spine.

"Do all the texts say the same thing about them?" he finally asked.

Robwin shook his head slowly. "No," he said in a calm voice.

"There are differences. The holy texts from various religions describe the celestials as good, divine messengers of light and virtue."

"The demons, on the other hand, are painted as evil, corrupted by their own desires."

He paused for a moment, his eyes drifting to the sword in Vivian's hand.

"But," he added thoughtfully, "some old writings, not tied to any religion, describe both celestials and demons as balancers."

Vivian frowned again.

The word "balancers" didn't quite make sense to him.

"Balancers? How can demons with negative emotions be balancers?"

"What would they even need to balance?"

Robwin let out a soft chuckle and shook his head slightly.

""You really are a curious one," he said with a faint smile.

"Having negative emotions doesn't mean being bad."

Vivian blinked in surprise.

"How so?" he asked.

Robwin looked thoughtful for a moment, then began slowly,

"Imagine you're a farmer. You've worked hard for six months, tending to your crops day and night."

"Finally, it's time to harvest. But when you reach your field, you find that all your crops have been stolen, your only source of income, gone."

He looked at Vivian carefully and asked,

"Now tell me, what emotions would you feel then?"

Vivian hesitated, then answered honestly,

"Anger… hatred… maybe despair."

"Exactly," Robwin said with a small nod.

"So tell me, just because you feel anger, hatred, or despair, does that make you an evil person?"

Vivian opened his mouth to reply, then stopped.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

The question felt simple, yet it struck something deeper inside him.

Seeing the confusion still lingering on Vivian's face, Robwin smiled softly and said.

"No emotion is truly bad, Vivian. Every feeling, anger, love, hatred, or kindness, has its own purpose."

"Emotions are what drive every living being forward."

"But when any one of them grows too strong… it turns dangerous."

"Too much love becomes obsession, too much pride becomes arrogance, and too much anger becomes destruction."

Vivian's eyes widened slightly as the words sank in.

It felt as if a small light had sparked inside his mind.

He had always believed emotions like hatred, envy, and lust were purely negative, something to reject or avoid.

But now he understood that every emotion had its own meaning, its own place in the world.

It wasn't the emotion itself that was dangerous, but the excess of it.

Too much of anything, even good, could bring ruin.

He nodded slowly, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

Then another question rose within him, one that had been bothering him since earlier.

"You said before that celestials and demons were balancers," he said, his tone more serious now.

"But… why would they be called that? If both sides had control over emotions, wouldn't it make more sense for them to fight each other? Or to make humans worship them?"

The admiration in Robwin's eyes deepened, the kind a teacher feels when his student asks a question far beyond what's expected of him.

For a moment, he simply watched Vivian, as if proud of the boy's growing curiosity.

Then his expression turned serious.

"According to the old records," he began slowly, "though they differ from the holy scriptures, most scholars trust the ancient texts more."

"The religious writings are full of blind devotion, they glorify their gods and erase anything that doesn't fit their beliefs."

"But the ancient ones… they were written by observers, not worshippers."

Vivian listened closely, his curiosity burning even brighter now.

"In those ancient texts," Robwin continued,

"it's written that the celestials and demons were both created for one single purpose, to maintain balance."

Vivian frowned slightly.

"To maintain balance… from what? Or who?"

Robwin drew a long breath, his gaze drifting away for a moment.

It looked as though he himself didn't fully believe the words he was about to speak.

Yet, after a moment of hesitation, he said quietly, "From humans."

Vivian's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Humans?" he repeated softly.