"Old glory? What do you mean?" The curly-horned Half-Blood Demon furrowed his brow slightly: "Has the Neya Tribe fallen too?"
"What do you mean by 'fallen'?" Angel asked softly.
The curly-horned Half-Blood Demon: "Bowing to those malignant existences in the Abyssal Depth, that is falling—a matter our noble family lineage can never tolerate."
"Our noble family lineage? It seems this curly-horned Half-Blood Demon's family lineage is also what you call noble lineage? Could it be the Neya lineage the adults mentioned?" Kaier's curious voice echoed in the Mind Ribbon.
"Probably not. The feeling he revealed when he spoke didn't seem like he considered the Neya Tribe his own." Dox replied in the Mind Ribbon.
