Grady clapped.
"How passionate!"
Vale shivered as her dreadful glare drifted to him.
Rivania said:
"And… the vile existence itself. I have a question for you."
It took effort, but Vale managed to give back a faint nod.
Rivania growled:
"Are you the one who killed him? Apostle Miach? A valiant man who wore a white robe and wielded a tall wooden staff?"
Grady's eyes blinked wildly as he looked at Vale, a terrible smile growing on his wrinkled face.
Despite the crushing weight of Rivania's Aether, Vale bit his tongue, then squawked out.
"And what if I did?"
Her glare tightened as the irritation in her voice flattened out into something much crueler.
"Nothing… I merely wished to know if there was another reason to add to the already too long list of reasons as to why your kind is better off left in history. But, that look in your eyes tells me it was indeed your doing, as I've already surmised."
Grady patted Vale on the shoulder.
