"Ha. Even if you become perfect vampires, do you really have free will?" Sigris attached a Mithril Bayonet to the semi-automatic rifle in her hands. "Come to think of it, among all the Demon Race's many different clans, is there any freedom?"
"As far as I know, many of those lustful succubi had their families threatened, which was why they came here as undercover agents. More succubi seem to use sexual indulgence to escape their pain, don't they?"
"Likewise, plenty of ordinary demons drink to drown their sorrows. During these past few months of social reforms, we've caught a lot of your spies."
"Without exception, none of them seemed very happy."
"You're becoming vampires, but over in demon territory, you'll be nothing more than slaves to the royal family."
"Can't you understand something so simple?"
Scalo thought he understood. The two sides believed completely different things.
Did their opponents think they had sided with the Demon Race?
"Hahaha!" They had sided with the demons only because they'd been forced to. It was simply a choice made when they'd run out of options.
It hadn't been their goal from the start, and it wasn't their goal now.
Everyone knew Louis and the demons were merely pretending to be on good terms, and that a few succubi had died unexpectedly.
"We want to evolve, not side with the demons."
"Little girl, His Majesty Louis has his own way of handling things."
There was no point in talking anymore.
The intelligence both sides had was completely different.
These more than one hundred vampires should have been able to hold off the Saintess for a while.
But their intentions had already been seen through.
Lusia didn't want to waste any more words. "Let's finish this quickly."
"The worst thing would be letting them regroup."