"Where did you get these things?"
With that, Strength looked at the Wheel of Fortune coldly.
The Wheel of Fortune showed no panic. He only looked back at Strength with a bitter expression.
He said to Strength:
"You know why everyone under us is a new recruit, don't you?"
"Have you ever wondered where the people who trained us went?"
The Wheel of Fortune spoke with sorrow in his voice:
"Tarot told us he'd disbanded them. But what really happened?"
"They all died!"
"Tens of thousands of them!"
"Every member of the old Hunter Guild is dead!"
The Wheel of Fortune grew almost frantic and shouted at Strength:
"But for all his scheming, Tarot never expected a few of them to survive."
"They escaped him with their lives and stayed alive all these years, probably just so they could tell us the truth!"
The Wheel of Fortune looked at Strength intently.
Strength could not say a word.
The disappearance of the people who had trained the guild leaders had once troubled all of them.
But Tarot had told them the Hunter Guild needed to tear down the old to build anew, and that he had dismissed everyone from the old guild.
The Hunter Guild he left them was an entirely new one.
The twelve guild leaders had believed him completely.
They had never imagined Tarot had slaughtered every last one of those people.
All to keep the backgrounds of the Hunter Guild's eleven guild leaders secret.
Now that Strength knew the truth, he felt as though lightning had struck him.
What have I done? I devoted more than twenty years of loyal service to the man who murdered my own parents.
A sharp pain seized Strength's chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing him like this, the