They all call me Great Master

The Yumir Manor was abruptly rocked by explosions and burst into flames in the dead of night, attracting the peepers, which didn't surprise Arthur in the slightest.

Even because of the plans that followed, he was quite welcoming of these Peeping Toms.

Whether they were from the nobility or from some secret societies.

All these Peeping Toms would be the 'loyal audience' or 'cameo extras' a few days later.

However, when Death Intuition flickered slightly, Arthur would not ignore it—

Whoosh!

The deep blue flames surged with the wind.

The dark and indistinct flames immediately dispelled the darkness within the shadows.

A figure let out a miserable howl.

At the same time, a deathly white began to emerge from the person's hands.

'Death Poetry Society'?

Surprise flashed in Arthur's eyes.

Not surprised that they appeared here, because their appearance here must be linked with that so-called 'Death Poetry Society. Thirty Choir' Morielk.

Only, they were supposed to be more into assisting or logistics.

That's why they stayed in Mount Gale Town.

What surprised Arthur was precisely this point; according to logic, the person should have left after Morielk's death, yet they chose to stay?

Did the 'Death Poetry Society' have some sort of punishment like 'collective responsibility' for incomplete tasks?

Arthur speculated in his heart, but the Deathly Fire raged on, burning fiercely.

Confronted with the Aura of Death in the hands of the Death Poetry Society member, the Deathly Fire pounced like a hungry tiger, swallowing the person who wielded the Aura of Death along with it.

"Aaaah!"

The Death Poetry Society member let out a final wail.

When the noise subsided, another 30 points of Aura of Death were added to Arthur's tally.

This was on top of the 80 points of Aura of Death added from those monsters before.

Suddenly, Arthur's Aura of Death reached 413.1.

Moreover, even if Arthur did not actively create death, the Aura of Death continued to increase slowly—looking at the slowly increasing Aura of Death, Arthur sighed slightly. This scene should have brought joy to someone longing for power, but the thought of 'side effects' made it hard for him to feel truly happy.

The only consolation was that those peepers wisely took their leave.

However, Arthur knew this was only a temporary departure.

As the news fermented, they would surely come back.

Bringing even more people with them, they would climb onto the stage that he and Marinda had set up.

Clatter!

The skeleton of the Death Poetry Society member fell to the ground, and Police Chief Westbron beside it shuddered, sweating profusely—The Police Chief, who had just been relieved by Arthur's recent promises, was scared once again by the scene before him.

Suddenly, the Police Chief could no longer concern himself with so much.

The Police Chief almost crawled on the ground as he spoke—

"Thank you for your grace.

Please leave the rest to me.

I assure you of your satisfaction."

The two officers and numerous patrolmen beside him nodded in agreement.

Police Chief Westbron was scared.

They, too, were scared.

Killing many monsters, even the fall of the War Tree, did not frighten them as much as seeing a living person turned into a skeletal frame.

People always feel sorrow and fear because of the death of others.

Even if that other person is a stranger, it's the same.

Yet they can also ignore the death of their own kin.

Maybe this is what's called a transient bond.

Maybe this is...

Human nature?

Arthur did not know the answer to this complex and perplexing question, but he knew what the Police Chief and the rest of the officers and patrolmen in Mount Gale Town were afraid of.

However, Arthur did not offer an explanation.

Because he knew that would be more advantageous to him.

Fear sometimes really does motivate people more.

And in the following days, he really did need to rely on them.

After all, for the sake of Pendragon, he needed to devote himself fully to the study of Potion-making... fundamentals.

'Potion-making is difficult, but the basics shouldn't be hard, right?

With my talent, maybe I'll succeed on the first try!'

With such thoughts, Arthur headed towards the main building of Yumir Manor.

And while Arthur immersed himself in Potion-making, somewhere hidden in Inner Bay.

Skulls were piled up into a triangle, with eye sockets and teeth all facing inward, one skull lying on top of another, until the topmost skull lay flat.

A candle was inserted in the forehead of a skull, its burning wax dripping down and moistening the skeleton beneath.

It gave the skull an appearance akin to jade.

A gaunt palm gently caressed the wax on the skull, incessantly mumbling to itself.

"Why? Why?

Could this be the 'Miracle of Death's Birth' mentioned in the prophecy?

But hasn't the 'Child of Prophecy' already appeared?

Could there be two 'Children of Prophecy'?"

There, of course, could not be two 'Children of Prophecy', even ordinary Mystic Side Persons know this, let alone the 'Right Pastor' of the Death Poetry Society!

But both of these individuals completely match the characteristics of the 'Child of Prophecy'.

Faced with this situation, even the divination-famed 'Right Pastor' found it hard to decide.

After pondering for a moment, he finally decided to call upon 'Death's Attendant' to subject the newly emerged 'Child of Prophecy' to more tests.

At the same time, he reduced the help offered to the original 'Child of Prophecy'.

Death is fair.

Even for the 'Child of Prophecy'.

The 'Right Pastor', a believer in this principle, was convinced that fairness could lead the Death Poetry Society out of trouble.

"Is this not too cruel for them?"

A deep voice arose from the shadows.

To his old friend's query, the 'Right Pastor' shook his head.

He was well aware that his friend's question was not about this.

He did not know since when his pure friend had become so complicated, but that did not prevent him from providing a direct answer.

"The 'Child of Prophecy' is our hope.

And the schemes in Inner Bay could only be icing on the cake.

Do not trust the words of the Nobles...

Nobles can never be trusted!"

The 'Right Pastor' emphasized.

"I know, so I think we should be more conservative—maybe the 'Old Lion' is also a good choice?"

The voice in the shadows inquired.

"Heh, him?"

The 'Right Pastor' chuckled and closed his eyes slightly, no longer responding.

And in the shadows, the 'Left Cantor' furrowed his brow.

Seeing his old friend close his eyes, he knew the conversation was over.

He did not know since when his pure friend had become so proud, but that did not prevent him from bringing more options to the Death Poetry Society.

With this thought, the 'Left Cantor' turned and left.

Behind him, the 'Right Pastor' slightly opened his eyes, then closed them once more.

It seemed as if he had glimpsed the future, or perhaps he had seen nothing at all.

...

Two days quickly passed.

Everything proceeded in an orderly manner, according to Arthur and Marinda's arrangements.

Except...

Potion-making!

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After the twenty-seventh failure, Arthur crushed the test tube in his hand.

The young 'Spirit Medium' stood in front of the manor's basement workbench, looking as worn out as a student who had just finished a math exam, not only weary but also filled with all sorts of life-doubting emotions—

How could the answer possibly be one after calculating two pages of scratch paper?

The length of the formula is almost as long as my lifespan!

Who's the sadist that said solving math problems is a pleasure?

Ha, fake!

All fake!

False mathematics, false Potion-making, false world!

The murmurs at the bottom of his heart made the young 'Spirit Medium' sit down in the chair and begin to ponder where exactly he had gone wrong.

But no matter how much he thought, he felt he had done nothing wrong.

Could it be the Talent?

Thinking this, the young 'Spirit Medium' immediately shook his head—

"Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

My Extraordinary Talent can't be wrong, so there must be something amiss...huh?!"