Executioner.
Few people know that within the Clarks family, the patriarch also has such a title.
Fuen smiled at Bologue, "Elders and executioners mutually check each other. I need the elders' approval for major actions, and similarly, whatever the elders want to do requires my personal execution."
Bologue said softly, "Ralph can't kill Palmer; the oath restrains him."
"Actually, with some effort, it can be done. After all, oaths can be broken. But when he fully breaks it, the harsh oath will hasten his death... He fears death that much, as you've seen."
Bologue stared at Fuen, suddenly feeling a chill. Fuen's hold over the grand scheme made him truly uneasy.
"I always feel like you've been preparing for many years to clash with the Night Race."
"There's no choice. Every executioner receives such an education," Fuen admitted frankly, "The Night Race is immortal, but humans die. Over generations, ideologies inevitably become distorted."
