“What do you… mean?” asked Levia.

“Are you alright with simply forgiving them? The ones who killed you, killed your guards and warriors and shut you in here for two hundred years. The ones who unjustly took your people as captives and continued to exploit them for two hundred years. Are you alright with the decision of not releasing your anger, resentment and hatred?”

“Th-that is…” Levia’s voice trembled. The Titan Ghosts behind her appeared to waver as they trembled as well.

When they had been killed two hundred years ago, when they had learned that their people had been taken to the slave-run mines, they felt anger, resentment and hatred towards the Hartner family, just as Vandalieu said.

They had cursed their betrayal, screamed that they would never forget this grudge and seethed with hatred. To the point that the tiny amount of the Demon King’s Mana leaking from the seal had reacted to it, turning them into Ghosts.