"Since then, the Asmodia's have maintained a cordial, yet distant relationship with us, keeping to themselves and declining any help from us, even as their numbers dwindled. Even Chordeva's father declined the help, despite having desires to recreate the Asmodeucian Clan. He wanted everything to be built with Asmodia blood and sweat, just like centuries ago..."
"My father was an imbecile because of that. Throwing himself at whatever he believed would bolster and strengthen the foundations of the 'Asmodeucian Clan' while ignoring my mother, even as she slipped away into a coma and died. He spent more time as a warrior than a father, and his teaching methods were... criminal at best. Despite that, he was still a great warrior and excellent Knight, so at the very least I gathered what I could from him before he threw his life away..."
Mom tapped her fingers against the edge of her wineglass, her ruby eyes conflicted as she stared down into the purplish red liquid.
