Night of the Nine-Tails...? Chiba abruptly turned his head and stared blankly at Number 14, who had already turned to look at him. Amid his astonishment, a tumult of emotions welled up inside him.
Although he was no longer the person who had just lived through that tragedy—at the very least, he could now face that tragedy head-on.
Still, hearing it suddenly brought up, and by Number 14 of all people, caught him completely off guard. Countless emotions surged up within him, both negative and otherwise, leaving Chiba frozen where he stood.
He simply did not know how to respond.
Nor did he know what Number 14 meant by suddenly mentioning it.
"Ah! I see! To Number 23, that was the Nine-Tails' Rampage!"
At that moment, Number 15 on the other side had somehow woken up. He seemed to have heard Number 14's words as well and immediately spoke.
Apparently, he had suddenly understood something. The words had likely slipped out without thought.
Is that so...
They know who I am!
While I was recalling their stories, they had also recalled mine.
With that remark, Chiba understood as well.
Dawn practically forbade its members from showing their true faces. Everyone had to wear specially made Silver Moon Black Robes that concealed their features. Given the peculiar nature of the dark world, everyone understood the measure. In a sense, it protected every member.
After all, even in an obscure organization, there could be spies from other groups. This nearly mandatory rule against revealing one's true face could, in a sense, prevent spies from obtaining members' facial information. If an actual traitor emerged within the organization and another group wanted to deal with Dawn, it would be difficult for them to carry out an effective extermination plan without knowing what its members