By bringing up his identity as the blood wolf, no one could argue with Sol. No one knew what the memories of the blood wolf were, so they could only accept his word for it.
"Y-you really do?" Lord Aldryn's eyes welled up with tears.
A man who had spent decades crying for and no one listened to him. For a long time, he had been screaming for help, feeling suffocated as death encroached from all sides.
The feeling of his voice was heard, even if it was a boy.
"We will talk about this later, but until then, act the way you have always done before. Act desperate, look desperate… we cannot afford to alert the enemy." Sol said coldly.
Sol's fists clenched tightly because he had an idea of what was responsible for these events.
There was only one supernatural beast capable of working actively under the noses of the church.
…. The Lirathis Family Estate ….
