Chapter 147. Piling Trash

The Templar of Arms Master. 

Zein had thought those people were fully purged along with his father twenty-eight years ago. But what...what was that.

"It might not be that," Bassena held the trembling hand on the windowsill. "It might just be a symbol he saw somewhere and thought it was nice as a tattoo."

Zein wanted to laugh bitterly at that. It was such a ridiculous conjecture, and Bassena himself knew it. After all, even if the man only 'coincidentally' found the symbol and made it a tattoo, they needed to question where exactly he saw that symbol.

Still, it did what Bassena intended; calming Zein down.