It was as if frost was falling in the room. Hans, Snoc, and Lubella—of course, Weig and the Pope, who were both currently stronger than Zich—all froze for a moment. Weig’s hands instinctively reached towards the handle of his sword; that was how strong Zich’s bloodthirst was.

“Hohoho! That was very scary. Even though I understand how furious you must be, I ask that you withdraw your bloodthirst. It’s putting a strain on an old man’s heart who might not see the light of tomorrow.”

“Oops. My emotions got the better of me. I apologize.” Zich withdrew his bloodlust. Hans, Snoc, and Lubella’s faces began to look relieved. But their expressions were not fully back to normal.

The Pope continued, “I understand. I also lost my friends and comrades to those Bellid bastards. It’s a sin for those guys to exist—that’s why we have to kill every single one of them.”

Even though the Pope didn’t let out his bloodlust like Zich, his spirit was also fierce. Hans and Snoc gulped their saliva. The Pope, who had been friendly like a next-door grandpa, was now showing his force as the leader of a large and powerful organization. 

“I heard that your sworn enemy is Cardinal Cullun Trislowa.”

“Yes, he is.”

“He’s an extremely vicious person. I don’t even want to say he is human. However,...