Chapter 19
Quietly, I drew a dagger from my waist and lightly cut across my left wrist.
A slicing sound followed, and blood began to trickle down.
The sound of blood dripping to the floor broke the silence like water tapping stone—and with every drop, Seol Unhae’s expression twisted more grotesquely.
“Is this blood any different from yours, Brother?”
“...It is.”
“Oh, is it? Does blue blood run through your veins, then?”
“Are you mocking me?”
I shook my head.
“What I’m saying is simple. This is Snow Palace blood.”
“...”
“The rest of the blood in your body, Brother, comes from the Hanbing Sect. Mine comes from a slash-and-burn peasant bloodline. But don’t you see? Whatever the rest may be, the only reason either of us is called a descendant of the Polar Bloodline, the only reason we carry those titles before our names—is because of the blood from the Snow Palace.”
“...”