Chapter 68
It had been called the Foundation.
A collective that flew the banner of cultural welfare promotion. But its true nature was a cancerous villain collective spread across the globe, and what they truly wanted was only revealed as they fell.
They had sought to create a paradise for sinners.
"......"
And so, when he needed 'conviction.' The Guest Without Taste had seen a 'mural' among the ruins where only traces of devastation remained, and through it, he understood. Through the records of that place, he understood.
"...Yes, it stands to reason that even this small country would have a Labyrinth connected to them."
He bore neither fondness nor aversion toward them. Base creatures who reduced even divinity to numbers and tried to cage the bloodline in test tubes. And yet, the collective closest to blood.
Some of the vampires they had reared fell to that temptation and were destroyed, and the gifts the Foundation occasionally sent were intriguing. He knew their persistence. They had said they could make anything possible....
'Wearisome madness.'