"Do you really wish for this?" Jones slowly began to smile, a hint of mockery in his expression, "Dracula is my only bond with the Blood Clan. It not only grants me the rights I deserve as a member of the Blood Clan, but it also restrains me. I am willing to follow the laws and achieve my ideals peacefully, even if you oppose them. But..."
"When you strip away the rights that should belong to me and no longer consider me a part of the Blood Clan, you also lose your control over me. To me, you will become the enemy of my faith, just another foreign race. Is that what you want?"
Jones's voice stopped.
The entire hall fell back into its original silence. He stood in the center, head held high, quietly staring at the elders on the platform, unyielding.
"You want to resort to war?" one of the elders asked, "Your brother is confronting Heaven in the north, and he can't help you. You don't have the power to resist the entire Blood Clan alone."
