The CCG's laboratory branch.
The once-tidy laboratory was now littered with shattered walls and rubble. Cold winds mingled with sparks, while screams of sheer terror and cruel laughter rang out without end.
The figures, two tall and one short, advanced along a cleared path toward the facility's core area.
"Whether directly or indirectly, you have a hand in all these people's deaths. Are you really fine with that?" Eto asked pointedly from beside him.
"I never said I wouldn't kill people." Louis's face beneath the ice remained expressionless as he walked impassively deeper inside. Compared to ghouls, he was more familiar with the structure of the human body and knew better which spots were lethal.
He was in a hurry now. The things he had anticipated were happening little by little, and his injuries were healing extremely slowly. Yet there were no doctors here suited to treating him. His only hope lay in finding suitable equipment for Doctor Kanou.
"Have you ever considered something? Even if you solve the problem of the ghouls' food supply, how will you resolve the hatred between the two sides? Merely reducing the number of ghoul attacks on humans won't lessen humanity's hatred and fear of ghouls." Tatara, who was walking at the front, finally spoke. As a ghoul, he would never abandon his desire for revenge, regardless of the outcome.
"If a powerful enemy appears and forces both sides to cooperate, that bridge will already be built. How to maintain it isn't something we need to consider right now." Louis glanced at the ice covering his palm. He was well suited to that role himself: an absolute villain whom ordinary humans could never defeat.
But he did not want to do that. The final outcome was already set, which made the process all the