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Why should misfortune not exist?

Normally, it would be strange to cling to such a thing... to put it bluntly. As evidenced by how I clung to the fictional character Elysia, my life was filled with isolated misfortune, devoid of light.

Therefore, even if not to the same extent as them, I found misfortune quite abhorrent and disgusting. Nevertheless, there were two reasons why I had no choice but to prevent the Duke of the North from eradicating misfortune.

The first was the idea of happiness created from the misfortune of others... and the second was that I couldn't understand what kind of 'happiness' the Duke of the North was talking about.

*To put it bluntly, if life is a cesspool, and you make someone happy by feeding them some strange drug, can you truly call that happiness?*

Or, if one simply fails to perceive misfortune itself, and is happy alone despite a situation generally recognized as unfortunate, can that truly be called happiness?

Honestly, opinions on this vary so widely that I don't know the answer. Even if there were an answer, it wouldn't apply to everyone.

*But one thing I do know is this:*

simply not knowing misfortune doesn't automatically make one happy.

I stared at the colossal Dark Red Eyeball floating before me. If I destroyed it, there was a high probability that the Duke of the North would lose the constant supply of mana he received. He would lose his near-infinite stamina and become 'killable.'...