And so, at this moment, he finally had the time. It was as if he wanted to pour out everything that had happened to him over all these years.
After all, bottling things up for too long could truly drive a person mad.
His current deranged state was a textbook symptom.
Gaine remained silent. He had, in fact, already guessed part of the truth.
Even the men around him had picked up on the subtext in Joyce's words. In that instant, many of the Blood Hunters were on the verge of an emotional breakdown.
"No! Impossible!!!"
"How could the Empire...!!!"
"Right, this is all a lie! You can't trust the words of the Blood Race!"
"..."
Joyce took in the expressions of the Blood Hunters, then looked up wistfully at the massive, holy phantom.
He gazed at it all with a look of envy, extreme greed, and longing. Without looking back at them, he began to mutter to himself.
"This world has the Thirteen Blood Moon Kingdoms. Their existence symbolizes the Thirteen Blood Ancestors."
