The small blood spheres beside Francis grew increasingly vivid, as if they might shoot toward them at any moment.
With a half-smile, Francis watched them silently.
"You shouldn't say that. Since you've come from afar, we must be sure to treat you well. Otherwise, if word gets out that we don't know how to host our guests, wouldn't that be terrible?"
As the blood spheres slowly advanced, Francis and his group kept a close eye on John, ready to strike if he showed any sign of fear.
But to their surprise, none of them seemed particularly alarmed.
Only the unfamiliar woman among them displayed a slightly different expression.
However, this was nothing unusual; any woman might show some anxiety in such a situation, which was understandable.
Silver Tear was easier to explain, having already witnessed their murderous ways.
No one could remain completely unaffected after seeing such things.
