'There was never a lack of bloodshed in the history of Constellation.'
Gilbert's words resounded in the teenager's ears.
"You overinterpreted what I said, Your Highness." Cyril sneered while he reached out his hand to take a red fruit that was the size of a fist—Thales could not recognize it—and rubbed it against his sleeve.
"I meant to say that as the oldest Jadestar vassal, the Fakenhaz Family has seen far too much of the same drama under the shadow of Sentinel, and we will continue to watch until the last day, just like we did since the first one. We have seen so much that we have grown numb."
When the Duke of Western Desert stopped talking, he took a bite happily and contentedly out of the fruit in his hand, completely ignoring Thales' doubtful gaze.
However, Thales continued to look at him warily. "Is that so?"
