Budot's face grew somber. He retracted his pressure, causing Faith to exhale sharply.
However, Budot's voice became even colder than before, almost inhuman. "Faith, I hope you still remember who you are, and whose blood flows in your veins."
"Blood... ridiculous. Just now, you were threatening me by talking about how my mother was killed, dismembered by your own hands. Ha... why didn't you remember whose blood flowed in her veins then? Why didn't you remember that my mother was your sister, Uncle Budot, huh?" Faith snarled, each word a deep indictment aimed at Budot and this damned Sword Family.
But Budot seemed unmoved by it. He was only concerned that threats and lineage essentially had no effect on Faith.
In the world of nobles, specifically true nobles like the Sword Family, not the assimilated new nobility like Myra's family, bloodline still played an incredibly important role.
