Raphael leaned back on the sofa, squinting his eyes and muttering: "Yeah, bumpkin! That Lord Mayord who thinks he's so high and mighty, never looked straight at us ragtag bunch without noble lineage. But what happened? He lost his life due to his arrogance and ignorance, letting us take control of this sanctuary. I don't want to follow in his footsteps of underestimating the enemy. Do you understand, Casro?"
"Understood, we all survived the corpse-laden Sea of Blood with the Disaster Legion. It was you who led me and the brothers who should've died on the battlefield here. Everyone knows well the disdain and harsh treatment we faced at first; we, bleeding for the Demon God, had to suck up to others. Why? Just because his noble lineage lets him rule over this place, deciding who comes and goes. Brother, since then, we understood we only live for ourselves." Casro spat the core onto the ground with a face full of resentment as he spoke.
