In the Light Screen footage, voices from the distance came through Da Vinci's listening device.
"Damn it, they still caught up to us..." Hassan of the Hundred Faces's voice was full of unwillingness.
This Hassan of the Hundred Faces was female. Though her figure was nothing special—flat, even—her voice was unmistakably feminine.
Then Tristan's voice rang out. The man had his eyes closed, yet he gave the impression that he could see through everything. "How sorrowful. I feel deeply sorrowful, Old Man of the Mountain."
"If you were alone, escaping this predicament would have been as easy as turning your hand. Yet you accepted your fate."
"To protect the refugees from the Holy Land behind you, you willingly remained here."
"You are an Assassin, the one most adept at stealth and escape, willing to use any means necessary to achieve the result of killing. Yet, in order to protect something worthless, you have rendered yourself worthless. That truly makes me sorrowful."
As Tristan finished speaking, Fujimaru Tachibana and the others could not help frowning.
Tristan's tone was simply too cold. He evaluated the lives of others with such a lofty manner. This cold and arrogant attitude differed greatly from historical accounts.
After all, the Tristan recorded in history had been humble, courteous, and someone who easily empathized with others. His title of "Sorrowful" came precisely from how easily he empathized with others.
Yet although this Tristan kept talking about sorrow, his arrogant, cold tone sounded like a weasel paying respects to a chicken—utterly hypocritical.
Why was his personality so vastly different from the historical records?
Had history undergone some extreme beautification?
Or were those refugees actually a group of people who had committed grave crimes?
This felt so strange...
In the real world, at Heavenly King International High School, Chris—one