Solam did not feel anything in particular about Philip's sentiments. He only felt that he and Digla were definitely born under clashing stars, because nothing good ever happened whenever he ran into that guy.
Just like now.
Solam had been minding his own business, only to somehow be treated as a murderer. That said, Solam had thought it over and realized Anthony had not targeted him without reason. The people who had been killed were all connected to him in one way or another.
Could Digla be following me in secret?
Solam's thoughts ran wild, but he truly could not figure out why Digla would follow him. Could it really just be a coincidence?
"Since you're sure Digla killed those people, you must know why he did it, right?"
Philip shook his head with a bitter smile. "I don't know. I can't understand why Digla would kill them either. We Blood Clan are different from you mortals. Our long lives mean we have little need for material things, and we do not weigh our motives by money or honor. So generally speaking, we rarely come into conflict with mortals like you. Much less do we harbor thoughts of hatred toward mortals. Your lives are too brief—so brief that before we even have time to take revenge, you may already have died of old age..."
Although Solam knew Philip was telling the truth, he still felt inexplicably annoyed. So, to them, a human life passed in the blink of an eye? They truly regarded mortals as mayflies with only a single lifespan.
The sheer difference made Solam feel a little jealous. Living a long time really was awesome.
"That's why I think Digla's situation is bad!" When the Blood Clan traveled through the mortal world, it was usually just a casual