Noah was silently sipping his wine when he heard that question.
Daniel's words surprised him, he didn't expect to be questioned about matters that had happened almost twenty years ago.
"Yes."
In the end, he answered honestly.
He had decided to stop hiding, denying his deeds would only go against his individuality.
"Why?"
Daniel asked, and his eyes sharpened.
He didn't expect Noah to reveal the truth so quickly, killing heirs of large-size noble families wasn't a small matter after all.
"They were in my way, so I killed them."
A simple answer came out of Noah's mouth.
He was being honest, he had never hesitated in killing whoever stood in his path, and he had never felt guilty about it.
Power stood above notions of good and evil in his mind, and being weak would always put you on the wrong side.
Daniel couldn't bear the sight of Noah speaking about the death of his companions so casually, anger filled his mind and took control of his next words.
