“She was asking for help,” I said.0

Gen’s expression didn’t change, and he was just staring at me quietly. 0

Actually, he looked like he was trying to empathize with me, and it bothered me because he looked as if he understood me. 0

It was to the point that I questioned whether he actually understood what I said or not. I thought perhaps I was being too indirect, but I didn't really think that was the case. I was just telling him what I wanted to say.0

‘Benigoa’s corpse. I know it’s in the basement of your house. What are you going to do about it? That power that you've obtained… Didn't you get that after drinking Benigoa’s blood?’0

I wasn’t sure if he was feigning ignorance or if the Templars didn’t consider themselves as those demons, but there was definitely something wrong with the Templars. 0

Those guys had basically mutated after drinking Benigoa’s blood. Gen probably thought that the demons I had described were the monsters, as he probably believed that what they were doing was holy and right.0

If my assumptions were right, then there were two conclusions I could draw. 0

These bastards were either crazy, or they knew the reason behind this phenomenon...0