Pitting one thing against another was always a useful way to taunt someone.
It was clear that Olyntel really didn't want Fu Qian's words to get under his skin.
Unfortunately, that reaction alone showed that they already had.
It seemed his earlier impression had been right: the hunters held a somewhat peculiar position within the cult.
Even their own people seemed to have complicated feelings about them.
"Can I take what you just said to mean that, compared with the cult, the bloodkin are more favored by the stars?"
After doing his best to calm himself, Olyntel finally spoke.
"The glory and gifts we take pride in are actually laughably childish to you?"
"More or less."
Fu Qian was perfectly affable.
"Heh... It's a shame that, aside from the arrogant freak right in front of me, I can't see any of the superiority you claim to have."
Olyntel clearly didn't want to accept that, and kept sneering.
"Right. You can't see it."
Fu Qian remained as cultured and affable as ever.
"Are you saying that not even knowing what you're capable of is childish in itself?"
Love really did help people grow. Olyntel seemed to have become noticeably more perceptive.
"Don't be modest. Before I showed myself, you weren't even sure the bloodkin existed, were you?"
Fu Qian confirmed his interpretation and had no qualms about making Jacques's people even more hated.
"Actually, you can't be blamed. My people have long since stopped bothering to feel superior to you."
"When you're born with something others can never obtain in their entire lives, neither envy nor resentment can really move you anymore."
The truth was, this was fundamentally at odds with reality. Jacques and his people were clearly nowhere near reaching such a state of mind.
Hiding their identities was