"So that's what happened to the nobles. They betrayed us." A white-haired man with a beard and a sharp gaze, donning a crisp white dopo with a double sword hanging from his waist, remarked from his chair after hearing what Ana had to say.
Taking a sip from the teacup she was holding, Ana tersely replied. "More or less."
Currently in a large tent with enough space to hold more than 20 people, Ana sat with Arthur seated beside her while Father Anderson stood behind them.
The white-haired man stroked his beard as he continued. "Do we know if they survived such an explosion?"
"I can ascertain that the Goldberg family head is alive but that's it. Unless I get some keepsakes from the others, I can't tell."
"This is troublesome." The man muttered as he pondered briefly. "To think that someone was crazy enough to use a Relic to attack a Catacomb from outside. We never considered the possibility."
