It was unclear whether the giant's heart was simply potent enough, or whether Arthur himself was powerful enough.
Before the plate of "Copper Pot Roasted Giant Offal" had been finished, Arthur's injuries had completely recovered.
—His body had originally been shattered like ice-cracked porcelain, but now it had returned to its original state.
Even so, Arthur's expression remained calm and indifferent.
He was silent when fighting desperately, silent when charging, silent in victory, silent in pain, and still silent after recovering, tranquil as winter.
After finishing his assessment and advice for Iver, he fell completely silent.
It was as if, aside from teaching, he normally had nothing to say.
After eating, he wiped his oil-covered mouth with his right arm. Arthur rose and walked to the window.
With his cold, silver-gray eyes, Arthur gazed outside at the torrential blood rain, like an inverted river, dyeing Avalon's waters crimson.
"In the future, I will protect this land."
Suddenly, Arthur spoke. "But sometimes, I wonder whether that might be a mistake."
He did not turn to look at Iver.
But Iver knew that this was not soliloquy. Arthur—or rather, the incarnation of the "Silver Crowned Dragon"—was speaking to him.
Iver did not respond immediately, so Arthur continued, "A promise made must be fulfilled, and a promise fulfilled must be upheld. Power is built on trust. Power without trust is like strength that inspires no fear.
"But if the original direction was wrong, then the king should change course. Someone must bear the responsibility of turning the wheel, just as someone must pay the price for deciding the direction."
Iver remained silent.
At last, Arthur turned around and looked at him.
He was not looking at Sir Hellerchein, but seemed to be looking through him at something within.
"You are quite good."
Arthur