"Why do we need to learn hunting, Master?" Ashe whispered.
Siderius smirked. His eyes traced upon the wilds, taking in the scenery, or perhaps looking for a possible prey.
"What we actually are… are Hunters. Hunting is one of our primary skills as we hunt down not even beast but monster, creatures of the dark and sometimes, evil worshipped humans."
"Are we bounty hunters, Master?"
"Coins are one of the many rewards we look forward to. But no, that is not our purpose. We do not hunt for a reward. We hunt to keep the reality intact."
Ashe blinked her eyes rapidly.
"We keep the balance on the scale of the world. We make sure reality runs on a fair equilibrium.
In the old days, we were born because witches rampaged the lands and enslaved humans and every other species in all the Kingdoms.
We graft organs from beasts and creatures to rob them of their power, their ability and their essence.
We adapted the alchemical practices and turned it into our weapons.
