On Terra, a Hunter and a Bad Woman

"No! I'll find a way. Within my lifetime, I'll end this blood feud that has lasted a thousand years!"

"Only when the Sarkaz vanish from Terra will there be true peace!"

"Peace built upon blood... is that it?"

Renia murmured, her gaze cold.

"You should already know about the Sarkaz's record in Kazdel... Do you think you can develop a weapon that lets tens of thousands stand against an Allied Forces army four hundred thousand strong?"

"I only need time and funding... Three years... no, I can develop it in one year!"

Vlad slammed both hands onto the table and rose to his feet, brimming with aggression.

His gaze remained fixed on Renia.

It was as if he wanted to see what else Renia could possibly say.

The Sarkaz might indeed possess some powerful weapon they had yet to understand, but he was certain the Sarkaz had only recently mastered it as well.

Otherwise, why had it only been used once in all these centuries of war?

Give him a year, and he could absolutely develop a weapon no less formidable than the Sarkaz's combat capabilities!

Only...

"Cardinal Vlad, in your eyes, the Sarkaz are not people?"

"Of course!"

"Then how do you explain what the Lord said in the Laterano Scripture: 'All who speak His words are beloved friends?'"

"When the Lord said 'speak His words,' He meant only the Laterano language! No other language falls within that scope!"

"Vlad!"

"Renia!"

The two cardinals argued without end.

Vlad firmly believed this was a conspiracy, that the Sarkaz had to be exterminated. His fervent desire for war had influenced a great many people.

Renia, meanwhile, believed this might be an opportunity to change the entire world.

If Laterano and the Sarkaz could both prepare themselves for reconciliation, then what conflict