Scarlet filled the night.
Even the bright moonlight was stained red at that moment, taking on an eerie hue.
Yet the young Medium standing at the edge of the scarlet mist was filled with admiration-
What a fine Blood Descendant!
The Blood Clan could create Blood Descendants.
In fact, in a sense, they could create an unlimited number of beings such as Blood Slaves and Blood Fighters, as long as they had enough blood of their own.
But no member of the Blood Clan, starting with the Blood Dukes, had ever done so.
The reason was loyalty!
Although Blood Descendants had an innate sense of belonging toward the Blood Clan member who created them, their own memories did not disappear.
Those memories could affect that sense of belonging.
Thus, Blood Descendants were not completely loyal to the Blood Clan.
Their relationship was more like that of an adopted son to his adoptive father.
But even biological sons had murdered their fathers!
Let alone adopted sons like these!
There was no shortage of those who specialized in stabbing their adoptive fathers in the back!
So for a Blood Warrior to die fighting for the Blood Clan, as the one before him had, was already quite admirable-without a doubt, this Blood Warrior and the Blood Clan member who created him must have shared an extremely deep bond, and cultivating such a bond required an enormous amount of time.
Besides, there was far too much uncertainty involved!
In a sense, emotions were the easiest things to manipulate and exploit!
Ah, compared to creating Blood Descendants, the power of contracts suits me much better!
If I could combine the two, that would be ideal!
With that thought, Arthur struggled slightly as he rose to his feet.
The young Medium staggered toward the overturned carriage.