"My face was considered unsuitable for a vampire noble."
Grimlock spoke those words in the same emotionless tone he had maintained throughout the entire conversation, and as soon as he finished speaking, his body gradually returned to its original appearance, the image of the five-year-old child disappearing as though it had never existed in the first place.
"That is all I know."
His explanation ended there.
It was remarkably brief for something that represented an entire lifetime, yet William could sense that Grimlock was not deliberately hiding anything.
There simply was not much left to tell because almost every meaningful part of his childhood had been erased the moment he had been sold to the Clayman Cult.
William remained silent for several moments.
His thoughts wandered toward the scar that had covered the child's face.
He could not understand why fate had unfolded in such a cruel manner for someone barely old enough to understand the world around him.
