"Tsk, tsk."
The sound cut through the silence like a blade, casual and disappointed, like someone observing a mildly interesting but ultimately predictable outcome.
"So… these Nobles have regrets and guilt as well."
Damian's voice carried clearly despite his sitting position, his eyes still closed in meditation, his breathing exercises never pausing.
"I thought they never even considered commoners the same species as them. Interesting to learn they're capable of remorse."
Everyone's heads snapped toward him simultaneously, realization dawning like cold water.
This was his doing! His Mental Domain!
The impossible deaths.
The simultaneous blank expressions.
The self-destruction.
All of it orchestrated by the boy sitting calmly in blood-soaked mud.
A Noble girl – maybe nineteen, her face pale with terror – found her voice somehow.
"Y-you... you did this, didn't you?"
