NOVPUBImpossible!
How could it be sympathy!
Eivor shook his head repeatedly.
Eivor did not deny Arthur's pity.
That pity had brought about an unprecedented tolerance.
But he definitely wouldn't feel sympathy for Lucius!
After all—
The first condition for sympathy was: to feel as the other does!
But whether it was family, the environment one grew up in, or the series of events that followed, Eivor saw no common ground between Arthur and Lucius.
So, it definitely wasn't sympathy.
"Could the big boss have a different life experience?" Eivor thought to himself, somewhat unexpectedly.
But immediately, the "Master of Shadowflow" dismissed this unreliable thought from his mind.
Then, he began to think more seriously.
"What does the big boss want to do?"
...
Pendragon sat at the side of his desk, pawing at a chess piece.
It was a piece from the game of Beast Chess—a game that mainly involved animal pieces like tigers, bears, dogs, rabbits, and rats, with the objective being to reach the finish or collide with other pieces to win.
In South Los, not only children but also some adults loved this game.
There were even special clubs for it.
The piece under Pendragon's paw right now was one such piece.
A rat.
Maybe it was a cat's natural sensitivity to mice; in a variant of Beast Chess, Pendragon had chosen this piece.
The cat's claw toyed back and forth.
The piece flipped over and over.
The piece was utterly beyond control; everything was at the whim of the Cat Claw.
In the end, when Pendragon tired of playing with it, he flicked it towards the edge of the desk, and then, uncontrollably, the piece plummeted to the floor.
Snap!
An invisible hand caught the piece.
Then, the piece fell into Arthur's hands.
Pendragon, seeing this, immediately controlled the airflow to glide away, but the next moment, Arthur caught him by the scruff of his neck.
"Pendragon, how many times have I told you!"
"No playing with the chess pieces, and don't touch the cups!"
"And..."
"Don't sneak food in the kitchen!"
Arthur scolded his cat loudly.
Meow meow meow~
Pendragon looked utterly clueless.
As if he was just a little kitten who knew nothing at all.
Without a doubt, Pendragon hoped to bluff his way through with this act.
But Arthur was not deceived by his cat.
As punishment, two wet Hands of Void started wiping Pendragon, and for that extra intensity, the water was lemon water.
Pendragon, his fur soaked, instinctively tried to lick himself dry.
And then came the retching of a cat.
"Haha, feel the fatherly love, Pendragon!" Arthur laughed heartily.
Then, the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium put the chess piece back into the box, and also arranged the rest of the pieces neatly.
But this scene made the "Lady of Sorrow" hidden inside the Lead Box Coffin sneer—
"Heh, hypocrite."
The sharp comment did not make Arthur uncomfortable.
He himself thought he was a bit of a hypocrite.
But a rescue was a rescue.
If he saved someone, he should save them thoroughly.
Hypocrite, sure, but once started, might as well do it well from start to finish. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
As for more?
Maybe it was the destiny of the chess piece.
Maybe it was pity for the Avenger.
Maybe it was that moment Arthur saw himself.
Who knows?
Certainly, Arthur didn't.
And to use lies to trick Lucius into recovering his real memories, to make Lucius a bit more normal?
Arthur had no sense of guilt at all.
He was a hypocrite.
So what if a spirit medium was a little hypocritical?
No problem at all!
"You call placing chess pieces an act of kindness?
Even if it's hypocrisy...
The moral standards of you divine spirits are truly low enough to be appalling!"
Arthur checked the chess pieces in the box one more time, ensuring they were all fine, then closed the box and turned to look at the lead box coffin.
Facing Arthur's outright denial, the 'Lady of Sorrow' just sneered even more.
"You know what I'm talking about!"
"Of course!
I was just testing to see what you could still do while bound by this prison—but truth be told, I'm a bit disappointed!
I gave you a chance!
I exposed my leaders of the Black Cat Faction right before you, and you?
You remained unmoved!
No!
You were not unmoved; you simply couldn't move!"
Arthur said with a smile.
"Damn ant!
You dare to toy with me?
This is blasphemy!"
The 'Lady of Sorrow' paused briefly, then furious, she roared out loud.
In the heart of this lady with the title of a divine spirit, Arthur was sly and always full of conspiracies, which is why she called him hypocritical.
Because she did not believe at all that Arthur was trying to save Lucius.
Therefore, she completely believed what Arthur was saying now.
What made her even angrier was that she hadn't noticed this before.
However, what infuriated the lady even more was yet to come—
"Ant?
What are you, being stepped on by an ant?
A mayfly, perhaps?
Also, please be more precise with your words, toying with you?
That's simply not happening.
I truly have no interest in your dignity, and I implore you to seriously consider your own appearance, so as not to give my fiancée Marinda the wrong impression.
As for blasphemy?"
A smile as innocent as a child's suddenly appeared on Arthur's face.
Even within the lead box coffin, the 'Lady of Sorrow' shuddered deep down.
"What are you going to do?"
The 'Lady of Sorrow' demanded in a low shout.
"What can I do?
Of course, it's to blaspheme you a bit!
Kiri!"
At Arthur's call, the dumb-looking Death Hound emerged from the shadows and went straight to the front of the lead box coffin, lifting its hind leg—
Hiss!
Hot, yellow liquid completely drenched the top.
"Aaaaah!
Dumb dog! Get off! Get away!
I will kill you! Arthur Kredos, I will kill you!
I will make the Kredos family vanish completely!
Aaaaah!"
The 'Lady of Sorrow' shrieked in sharp, uncontrollable howls, and the entire lead box coffin trembled with her cries.
The startled Dumb Cyril halted his release.
But as soon as Dumb Cyril realized the 'Lady of Sorrow' was just blustering, a wise smile appeared on the dog's face.
Following that, an even more abundant stream of water gushed forth.
This time, the 'Lady of Sorrow's' words were already jumbled.
No longer just common language, they featured Glyphic Language, and even included some medieval language from hundreds of years ago, all mixed together and roaring out with her howls.
Unfortunately, no one was listening.
Dumb Cyril was a dog, not a human.
The only person in the chamber above was Arthur.
But the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium had already taken orange tea and stepped out of the cabin.
After setting the orange tea on the small table, the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium lay back on the chair, gazing up at the starry sky above, and murmured softly to himself—
It should be about time!
