As early as six years ago, before Thales was conferred the title of prince, he was informed by Gilbert in Mindis Hall about this: The history of Constellation was never short on bloodshed.
'Bloodshed. Is this the real bloodshed?'
Thales' eyes were fixed on the agitated Samel. The man's current behavior reminded him of the former Duke of the Northern Territory venting his despair in Renaissance Palace by roaring. It was the same kind of resentfulness, pain, sorrow… and last gamble.
The atmosphere in the storage room reached a point that was so oppressive that even Beldin, who was blocking the path to Thales, also put his weapon down in a daze.
Samel's panting carried a long, unresolved fury, Nalgi bit his lower lip, and Barney Junior raised his head in a perplexed manner, as if he was a traveler who lost his way in the fog.
As for Zakriel, he merely held his temples tightly as he bowed his head deeply. He did not say a word.
