Their Baseness Ran Deep into Their Bones

"Vera!!" Aila recognized his sister's emaciated corpse at first glance.

His eyes reddened as he looked at his sister, filled with anguish.

There were far too many marks on his sister's body. Anyone could imagine the torment she had suffered before her death.

Yet at the sight of this, even the villagers whose faces had gone pale from the pain of their severed arms revealed pleased smiles.

"Why did you do this?" Mokania frowned as he watched the scene and could not help demanding an answer.

"Yeah, why did we do this?!" The villager turned to look at Mokania, and the hatred in his eyes made Mokania involuntarily take a step back.

That emotion was too intense, so intense that it seemed capable of swallowing someone whole.

"Why can nobles refuse to treat us as people? Why can they capture commoners at will and use them as toys?"

"Why did my daughter have to be tortured to death by Aila, with him saying it was cleansing her sins and welcoming the sacred?!" The villager's questions struck Mokania's chest like heavy hammers.

Yet the villager's questions did not stop.

"Why could Vera use children from poor families as doll toys, tossing them by the roadside when she no longer liked them, but the moment she was hung on a rack, you noble lords couldn't accept it?!"

Though he was Steel Breed, with a body and mind long different from ordinary humans, Mokania heard a piercing ringing in his ears. His head swam, and his face turned pale.

At the same time, his stomach churned wildly, and waves of nausea surged within it.

The stomach was an emotional organ. A person's feelings often manifested in their stomach.

From Aila's words alone, they could only tell that he and his sister Vera shared