"Of course, I'm eight years old starting from yesterday. Call me big brother, you lot".
The children bantered; however, he had no time for this. Reinhardt questioned the children, his eyes now a little grave.
"Tell me how long this village has been giving its blood?"
"Eh? Uhm.." The children looked at each other, thinking hard. Finally, the girl gave the answer
"Ah, it was when my little brother was born. It was two months ago when the new priest came and the blood ritual started".
Crack… one of the candies that was in his hand shattered. Seeing this, the children complained, but he paid them no mind. His eyes were shining with the [Eyes of Divine Clarity].
His ashen looking face darkened by the moment. Swiftly, he grabbed the children and looked at their arms. With no surprise, all of them had a mark of twin fangs, a sign that showed they were all marked for death.
