[When you heard the words of those Revered Constellations from the Crimson Blood Skull Cult, you couldn't help but want to complain! After all, they were the ones who told their secret to you! And now because of that, just because they mistook you for the son of prophecy, they decided to kill you to silence you?]
[Although you were aggrieved by that, you still know that it was only fair since only the strong have the right to speak. Similar to how you had ruled the zombie world with an iron fist and the people from below could only be mind-controlled by you, the same applied to how you couldn't retort the words of those Revered Constellations who were far stronger than you!]