[What is he saying? What... reason? What... wisdom?]
As Kreber's consciousness gradually blurred, his mouth filled with bloody froth, and his thoughts quickly became muddy, as though sinking into a swamp.
"I've given you so many chances, from the seventh day of the Prayer of Star's Moon to yesterday, the ninth day of the Prayer of Frost's Moon. Every day you had a chance to discover me, find me, contact me. Honestly, the traces I left were enough to keep me awake at night, but what about you?"
Motan didn't care if Kreber could understand his words, he continued speaking to himself, "What have you done? You've done nothing, only immersing yourself day and night in what seemed like flawless endurance. You thought you were flawlessly carrying out the original plan, covering your eyes and ears in mad self-indulgence. Clearly Salia has returned to the City of Freedom, clearly I deliberately let you discover this fact, and what then?"
