The entire Wolf Clan's sacred land had already become a place of rampant feasting after the Blood Clan's revelry.
"What a pity, in the end, only one cub managed to escape."
Thinking of this, a satisfied smile involuntarily spread across Count Gregory's lips.
As he had expected.
In the distance, Siegler stood silent and unspoken, her face shadowed and her hair covering her eyes.
No word from Count Gregory swayed or rattled her calm, but her fingers trembled slightly, the veins on the back of her hand throbbed, a rage burning within, threatening to consume her.
The recalled memories, under the blood-red moonlight, were suffocating her with absurdity and illusion, enveloping the last of the Moon Goddess Temple.
Even now, they made her want to tremble.
"Little girl, with that reaction, it seems I guessed right,"
Count Gregory snapped his fingers lightly, his gaze fixed on Siegler, his voice asking with even more certainty,