Na did not immediately press the Ritual Guardian Spirit about the mastermind behind the sacrificial ritual. She merely closed her eyes in silence, letting the glow of the hemostasis ritual cover her wounds.
After forcing her weakened body to speak so much just now, her temples throbbed fiercely, and her eyelids felt as heavy as lead.
The moment she relaxed even slightly, her consciousness began to drift, as though she would sink into darkness the very next second.
She needed to gather some strength first.
Only when the stabbing pain in her wounds gradually gave way to a cool numbness, and the sound of dripping blood slowed, did Na slowly open her eyes. Her voice remained hoarse, but steadier than before. "Since we're dead either way, could you let us... die knowing the truth?"
The Ritual Guardian Spirit put away the hemostasis ritual disk. His gray-green eyes slanted toward Na, rippling with an almost eerie fascination.
"Ho ho ho ho~" He gave several strange laughs. A distant nostalgia suddenly flashed through his eyes, and he began rambling to himself. "Do you know? Back when I was still an ordinary Grayman, the thing I was most obsessed with was Intrigue at Night Solitary Mountain Fortress. It was a stage play about a prison break. Absolutely brilliant!"
"There's a scene in it that I still remember to this day. When Young Master Lady was surrounded and killed, he clutched the old steward's sleeve before dying and insisted on 'dying with answers.'"
"The old steward granted his wish. He leaned close and told him that the Nightflower girl Lady had hunted for three years, and ultimately tortured to death... had actually been his real younger sister..."
The Ritual Guardian Spirit lowered his voice, adopting a deliberately theatrical tone. "The master had adopted him