Freeman stared at Amuel, his tall, powerfully built frame swelling with each breath.
The red in the newborn Blood Descendant's eyes was almost boiling.
Then came a torrent of curses laced with slang from all over.
Some were expressions even Amuel had never heard.
But she could guess the general meaning: they centered on her mother, traced back three generations, then widened their radius to include her sisters' primary reproductive organs.
Very easy to understand.
Yet the lady from Talin did not retaliate.
At least, not on the surface.
She handed the Communication Stone to Freeman.
The newborn Blood Descendant immediately stopped frowning and carefully examined the information within.
At once, wild joy spread across his face.
He saw the transaction between his "father" and that Medium.
Judging by their tones and expressions, they were clearly equals.
What could stand on equal footing with someone at Step-Entry?
Another person at Step-Entry, of course!
Just as I thought!
My father is at Step-Entry!
With that thought, the newborn Blood Descendant immediately began reconsidering things-his earlier "calculations" clearly weren't enough. He had to "calculate" again.
Otherwise, they wouldn't befit his "father's" status.
Thinking this, Freeman hurried back to his desk.
Amuel returned to her seat as well.
Unlike Freeman, who threw himself back into his work, Amuel didn't slack off as before. Instead, she began thinking seriously.
She hadn't been joking earlier.
It was just...
A little too difficult!
There had clearly been something suspicious about the Blood Clan's extermination all those years ago.
And with the Blood Clan hiding a member at Entry Rank, whatever lay behind it was clearly far beyond anything she could get involved in.
In fact, she couldn't even afford to hear about it.
But with such a powerful backer within reach, if she didn't try to