Vanitas was well aware.
The bloodlust in the room was palpable, emanating from specific individuals with such intensity it pressed against his skin.
While the Sword Saint bore his trademark smile, Vanitas knew that smile was anything but kind. It was the kind of smile one wore before drawing a blade.
And then there was the man beside him, who didn't even bother hiding his disdain.
Vanitas didn't need to ask who he was.
Hughes Bolton, the Divine Archer.
The contempt in his eyes said everything. Vanitas knew exactly why this man looked at him with such disgust.
At one point, Hughes Bolton and Lance Ableton had been close. They had graduated together from the same University Tower. Though they drifted apart in the years that followed, the bond was still there.
"The Great Power matter can wait," Aston Nietzsche said, stepping forward. "First, as per my duty as the Sword Saint, I want to confirm something. Prove the Church's heretical misdeeds. Right here. Right now."
