Though they were aberrations that ran counter to the Human Order and fundamentally distorted the way living beings existed.
Most mages did not actually detest Dead Apostles who followed the rules.
After all, the power of Dead Apostles was far too alluring.
Simply trampling over death and escaping the limits of lifespan offered a unique temptation to mages, whose research required the accumulated work of several or even a dozen generations.
Among the existing Twenty-Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors, several had been transformed from mages.
For precisely that reason, even if mages could not accept the way these aberrations lived, they still granted these living dead the designation "Dead Apostles," distinguishing them from vampires.
But Lorelei Barthomeloi was clearly not bound by such rules.
She continued her one-sided barrage.
"While I have no interest in how rats survive in dark corners or how corpses rot in their coffins, I am not so magnanimous that I can turn a blind eye when they are placed before me."
"Since you have wrapped yourselves in human skin, at least learn to act the part and show the proper respect and attitude."
"Or... if you truly are too terrified to move, you might as well turn back now and spare me the trouble of acting personally."
Lorelei Barthomeloi's icy voice swept through like a bitter wind, instantly extinguishing the enthusiasm the two exquisite sets of Mystic Eyes had just kindled among the mages.
Although, as the girl herself had said, her target was not the Mystic Eyes Collection Train, and she had indeed refrained from taking direct action.
Now, however, she did not seem inclined to simply let the matter rest, either.
She was like an approaching storm.
The moment she found an opening, she would plunge straight into it and tear at her enemy's