"I do not like our era, where the nobles reside in towers of symbol and status, possibly never setting foot in places where the poor gather, thinking of it as a mire—as if this makes them pure and flawless."
Viviana's gentle voice came from the room.
Following it was Cherina's somewhat hoarse voice: "The Wolf Race is different from you. Everyone rolls in the mire. Even a patriarch starts from the streets. At first, it's just ordinary street brawls, but later it turns into assassinations..."
Chelina could not imagine the life of the so-called tower-dwelling nobility that Viviana spoke of.
In the Apennine States governed by the Wolf Race, the nobility is just another identity of the wolves or their public spokespersons.
"What exactly is the family of the Wolf Race?"
Viviana was a bit curious: "I think it must be different from our definition of family."
