Under normal circumstances, it was difficult to poison a [Radiant Moon] immortal. But if the target was utterly defenseless, and had even sealed off his own consciousness, that was another matter.
"Father, oh Father, don't blame me. Not only will I not kill you... I'll take good care of you and be your very best child!"
Of course [Amand] couldn't die. Otherwise, the entire pirate fleet would splinter and descend into endless infighting—after all, [Arthur] wasn't his only child.
Which of his many brothers didn't have his eye on that position?
Of course, under normal circumstances, most of them would never get their chance. Barring accidents, a [Radiant Moon] immortal could live from the beginning of a Divine Era to its end.
As long as [Amand] remained alive, the pirate fleet wouldn't fall into chaos, and Arthur's brothers would stay in line for the time being. On his way here, [Arthur] had already considered all sorts of possibilities.
The Goddess of Fortune had smiled on him. This was the most favorable outcome he could have hoped for.
He roughly pried open [Amand]'s mouth and poured in a bottle of special potion... It wouldn't kill [Amand], but would subtly influence his soul, eventually stripping away his sense of self and reducing him to a puppet.
A poison capable of affecting a [Radiant Moon] immortal was naturally precious. Young Master [Arthur] had only this one vial, discovered in some ruins from an Old God Era.
With such a precious poison, his original hope had merely been to capture and enslave a [Radiant Moon] immortal. That alone would have been an incredible stroke of luck. Who could have imagined that life's twists and turns would drop such a wonderful opportunity into his lap?
But there was only one vial of this precious poison.