“The one who inherited the dragon’s blood will fulfill the imperial family’s long-held secret wish… Iris is obsessed with this prophecy whose authenticity is unclear. The ‘imperial family’s secret wish’? Trying to put such a crazy plan into action….”
“Your Highness Vilteon doesn’t seem to have much intention of fulfilling the imperial family’s secret wish.”
“May I speak frankly?”
Thud, as he set down the glass, Vilteon showed a hollow laugh.
“Iris’s dream is an anachronism. Mass-producing Masters to minimize variables? That’s just a pretext. Becoming the true master of the continent by killing thousands, tens of thousands of talented young people….”
Even a subtle anger could be felt in the man’s voice as he chanted that.
A sharp sneer pierced his previously calm face.
“That kind of blood-soaked era of glory is over. The stage of fighting among humanity has already passed… There’s still the common enemy called ‘demonic beasts,’ yet what do they hope to achieve by dyeing the continent in blood again.”
That was the last.
Tsk, Vilteon clicked his tongue and tilted the bottle again. As the…