This World Is Seriously Ill

The Blood Moon had driven the Cainhurst Clan into a bloodthirsty frenzy. Instead of staying holed up in Cainhurst Castle, these inferior half-bloods had actually attacked the [Executioners'] camp.

To protect themselves and eliminate the threat posed by the vampires, the [Executioners] had no choice but to take necessary countermeasures and purify this "filth."

Likewise, Queen Annalise, whose nest had nearly been overturned, furiously accused them:

"What frenzy? We of Cainhurst possess noble bloodlines passed down since ancient times. We are reserved and disciplined.

"It was clearly the mad dogs raised by the Church of Healing's [Executioners] who suddenly came down with rabies. They declared war without warning, bit anyone they caught, and killed everyone they saw, with no regard for decency whatsoever!"

In short, both sides were saying the same thing.

The other side had struck first...

Naturally, Kevin could only respond with a cold "Heh-heh" to however much of that was true or false.

Catching sight from the corner of his eye of Maria's clenched, whitening knuckles beneath the hem of her clothes, the man could not help rolling his eyes and sighing helplessly inwardly.

Talking about the Impure Blood Clan, about the Church's lapdogs...

Wasn't the only difference the way they used Blood Quality Secret Arts, Karl Runes, and the like? At their core, weren't they all half-blood humans infused with Blood of the Ancient Gods?

Since they were all cut from the same cloth, could they stop the pot calling the kettle black? Wasn't this mess chaotic enough already?

Besides, if they went back a few thousand years, they were all descendants of the Byrgenwerth people—two unfortunate groups that had escaped from the ruins of Byrgenwerth together.

Good heavens, and they still wanted to beat each other's brains out over this?

At that moment, the more