In the depths of a dark dungeon, Thales silently reflected on the experiences narrated by the Vampire Assassin, while Losang II appeared impassive.
No one responded to Sherryl's words, which were hard to tell whether they were jests or sarcasm.
"Then why didn't you go back?"
Thales asked quietly.
Losang II looked up impassively.
Thales took a deep breath,
"After the return of Crown Prince Mider, regardless of what the truth is, at least everyone involved— I mean, most people— had their wrongful grievances redressed. But why do you still willingly curl up within the Blood Vial Gang, engaging in illegal trade, take money to kill and do dirty work, and refuse to return to Mindis Hall, to rise again from where you fell..."
"He?"
Losang II suddenly raised his voice.
"Mider?"
He let out a cold laugh, his tone full of sorrowful disdain.
