"O-Okay..." Amon finally spoke, his expression still tense. "Now tell me... why did you want to reveal yourself to me?"
The golden screen flickered faintly.
[I had no choice.]
Amon frowned.
[Because of you, one of the Devils returned to the world far earlier than it was supposed to.]
Amon's eyes widened slightly. He immediately knew who the System was referring to.
'Vetaal. Or, more accurately... Cruoris.'
That was his true name.
"Damn it!"
Amon clenched his teeth.
"Didn't your creator or whoever assigned these missions to you, want this to happen?"
His voice became increasingly frustrated. He was being pulled in web of something very dangerous without knowing.
"Then what's the problem? If they wanted me to go there, then surely they knew I might end up freeing him!"
The System remained silent for a moment before answering.
[Although I was created by that being, I cannot communicate with them whenever I wish.]
Amon's expression became serious.
