Translated by A Passing Wanderer
Edited by RED
The Farmer waited for the Crimson Cross members to scream and beg for their lives. No other sound was as pleasing to listen to as some measly livestock's tragic cries.
Their screams were directly linked to the creature's own enjoyment, after all. But oddly enough, the crimson-robed ones didn't scream.
"This is nothing more than a trial Gaia has bestowed upon us."
"Pain is proof of our devotion, our belief."
The muscles around the Farmer's eyes twitched. These humans, they were all insane!
The toxins from the ghouls must've spread throughout their bodies by now and caused intense suffering, yet they were converting all that pain and fear into the fuel for their belief, instead.
-You're all crazy. Death swiftly approaches you, yet you still dare to put on an act like this?-