A Bond of Blood

It seems there was something the Seika had that attracted others to him. But, unfortunately, his friend was blinded by the Seika's potential, even allowing him to kill a noble and get away with it. Amon was confused as to why.

"I had a feeling that you disliked Seika the last time we met," Saint Ai smiled. "I want to know, Sir Amon. Are you an enemy of the Seika?"

"I might be," Amon emotionlessly answered. "What are you going to do about it if I am?"

"I am a weak, helpless woman," sighed Saint Ai in her chair. "And the Seika does not need my protection. However, I would advise you against taking this route."

"What do you know, Saint Ai?"

"I am sure that you have realized it as well after seeing what happened that day," she frowned. "I was not revived by a god, but a man."