If not for the poisonous daggers of these neutral parties, William's master might have actually succeeded in taking down the Fox in that previous life. William had no intention of repeating that tragedy. He would burn the weeds before they could choke the flowers.
"Don't you see this is a very harsh philosophy?" The leader spoke up, his voice cutting through the doubtful whispers of his subordinates. He looked at William with doubt. "We can't expect the entire world to be only white and black. There is always grey, William. Some just want to survive."
"Our world is indeed white and black," William's eyes narrowed, and an icy layer of conviction settled over his words. "There is no room for grey when monsters and dark masters are attacking and killing any human and spirit master. Let's take your respected Grand Gold Guild as an example. Look here…"
