Sora nodded, taking three steps forward and looking at the nobles arranged in three rows, "Gentlemen of the nobility, both young masters and elders, I am Sora Siri, the same Sora whom you've attempted to assassinate over fifty times, the one whose wife and children died at your hands."
Among the nobles, the older ones mostly sneered, while the younger ones had more varied expressions in their eyes.
Sora sighed, "I didn't want to let you enemies off before, but my comrades told me that the vast majority of assassins were sent by the Church of the Nobility God, and those sent by the nobles were actually your fathers or grandfathers, most of whom are now dead. The Northern Doctrine prides itself on liberation, and absolutely must not let hatred extend to the descendants of our enemies."
