It was a feeling of superiority, an aloofness that would never care one bit about their thoughts, as if they were beings from the heavens.
"Very well,"
said the white-haired youth as he sat down, crossing his legs and placing his hands on his knees. "At least your attitudes are acceptable."
"But that does not mean you can satisfy me."
The taste of fear was spreading.
On the Terra Continent, the rule of the Sublimator Nobles was both gentle and brutal.
Gentle, because in a place like Terra, if a Sublimator had no special hobbies, did not engage in frenzied research like the Spirit Wisdom Institute, and took no interest in troubling their own domain,
then the majority of Sublimator Lords would simply live out their own little lives, aside from hunting or trying to find people to bear children, allowing the development of their entire domain to run its course freely, with an optimistic and encouraging attitude.
