Shade and Mr. Bernhardt both smiled. The latter continued:
"I want to arrange for those people to help me investigate those among the local Same Race who are cooperating with the Cultists. Of course, we must first conduct an internal review."
"But before that, you can tell us about Blood of Sorrow now, can't you? What exactly happened to that Bloodkin who was covered in wounds from Blood of Sorrow back then?"
Shade asked as well. The noble young lady glanced at the clock in the corner, then set down her teacup and adopted the posture of someone about to tell a story:
"Last time, I told you that unlucky fellow was Mother's friend. Don't even think about finding his corpse; even I don't know where they are buried. But I only learned later that the man actually deserved to die."
Her gaze turned toward the city beyond the window, shrouded in black mist:
"He wasn't a good person. It would even be somewhat inaccurate to call him a person. I don't really want to discuss such things about him. In short, he also enjoyed drinking human blood while he was alive, but unlike Mrs. Jude, he fled to Moon Bay only after drinking human blood in his hometown and causing deaths, forcing The Church to hunt him down."
Shade and Mr. Bernhardt exchanged a glance:
"Go on."
"Mother only investigated these matters after his death. Otherwise, she certainly would not have dared associate with him. Mother always believed that he died in Moon Bay because he still hadn't changed his wicked habits. He went out to 'feed,' encountered that Ring Arcanist wielding Blood of Sorrow, and ended up collapsing in an alley."
She sighed:
"I haven't mentioned this to anyone. Otherwise, we might be suspected of having sheltered that