Interrogation

"You seem to have a great misunderstanding about me..."

Before him, in response to Arthur's accusation, that majestic, divine being slowly spoke. His voice reverberated through the entire space, reaching in every direction and filling everything with his authority.

"I scattered my blood and let different people inherit it. My purpose was indeed less than pure..."

His expression was calm. Facing Arthur's accusation, he admitted it without hesitation. "But in the process, weren't you all enjoying yourselves, too?"

As he looked at Arthur, faint light flickered in his eyes, and scene after scene seemed to be reflected within them.

In the distance, as Arthur felt the scenes revealed in the God of Slaughter's eyes, his gaze narrowed slightly.

Countless scenes appeared one after another, unfolding from the perspectives of various people.

In the images, countless people received the Blood of Slaughter when they were still weak. They then embarked on a path of slaughter, constantly gaining power and growing stronger.

Of course, many died along the way. But even more managed to grow, gaining the power they wanted and reaping many rewards along the way.

Dreams, power, and influence—all of these things came to those people as they grew, easily and in full measure.

In scene after scene, these people reached the pinnacles of their lives. Their faces shone with brilliant smiles, and they were all full of confidence, their bodies carrying a faint aura of slaughter.

"Sometimes, people think I'm the one who tempts others, turning ordinary beings into Children of Slaughter and causing strife..."

The distant being spoke, his voice calm, carrying the weight of history, as though he were recounting an epic. "But in truth, sometimes I'm not the one who seeks them out. They come looking for me..."

"People like these—including you—were able to reach where