Chapter 584: Post-processing (7)
Following Lucy Arln, Arthur arrived at the place where the Patran Duke’s family members were gathered.
Though it was certain that the war had ended, the Patran mages were still holding their ground.
Arthur looked at them, their eyes blazing as if preparing for another war, and he felt a sense of doubt rising within him.
Why are they acting this way? What’s lurking that makes them look at the forest with such eager eyes?
Indeed. The Fairy Queen has made an interesting deal. ‘Explain it clearly.’
Speak politely. Then I’ll gladly explain.
As Soladin’s fragment stretched its shoulders after catching a small piece of the conversation, Arthur ignored it and moved forward.
“This is it. Can you smell the loser scent from far away?”
At the entrance of the tent, Arthur felt a creeping sense of fear as he clutched his legs.
A resentful voice drilling into his ears. The feeling of disdain touching his skin despite knowing no one was watching. The words of ‘it would have been better to die together,’ mixed with the sound of raindrops. And then...
“Ugh?!”
Arthur doubled over, clutching his stomach after a strike aimed directly at his solar plexus. He staggered backward, frowning, and lifted his head.