"Heh heh..."
Aiwass chuckled deeply upon hearing this: "Really don't recognize me?"
His pupils were a different color from Louis's—Louis's pupils were a dark red, akin to venous blood, while Aiwass's were a bright, arterial red.
"I don't know your name... but I recognize your face."
The Earl said word by word, "Someone from the Vandome Family—why are you causing me trouble?
"Slaughtering my kin, massacring my servants, destroying my property... even killing my young son.
"—Can I take this as a declaration of war from the Duke of Vandome against the entire Son of the Moon tribe?"
Without a doubt.
It was a suffocating, intimidating question.
The Son of the Moon tribe... they are not just limited to Iris Flower.
To this day, the Sons of the Moon have flourished everywhere. Based on their philosophy of corrupting only the wealthy and powerful, the cohesion when they unite with racial interests at their core is terrifying and insane.
