The Research Institute cafe resounded with Andrey's angry roars.
The patrons' expressions, subtly agitated, gently swayed their wine glasses. Behind the bar, the snake owner washed glasses as usual, apparently ignoring the tirade going on about the Blood Moon Judgement.
"Such unfair accusations," a human Blood Saint said solemnly, "It's one thing to scold the Church's dogs that only chase their own tails, but our research institute has always focused quietly on research. We don't meddle in politics or public opinion...Which of today's technological products didn't come from our institutes? From machines that manufacture screws to core programmers for Veil applications, which aren't the result of years or even decades of our researchers' work?"
