"Great Divine Child..."
Jupiter III bowed and gave a detailed account of the recent tense situation. In the end, he concluded, "For our great Lord's glorious victory, please endure a little longer..."
"You are... Arthur IX? I remember your father's scent..."
The Child of Dawnbreak seemed to have only just recalled Arthur IX's identity. He smiled apologetically, his eyes as clear as those of an innocent child. "You've picked a good time. What do you want me to do?"
Curiosity filled His eyes, like a child about to play house.
Yes, perhaps in the eyes of this mythical creature, all the maneuvers mortals devised with every scrap of their wisdom were merely a somewhat interesting little game.
Arthur IX drew a deep breath. "Great Divine Child, we of the Sodoma family wish to sign a contract with You... Please, please do not harm us!"
"No."
The Child of Dawnbreak wagged a finger.
At that moment, Arthur IX felt an intense threat to his life. Even with the royal family's foundation—the Unknowable Grade Strange Object, Bell of Mitra Palace—it seemed unable to protect him in the slightest.
But this was within his expectations.
Arthur IX sighed. "One collateral family member every month. You may not harm our direct line. The terms shall be established in a written contract."
The previous offer had merely been asking for the moon. This was the limit he had deduced for the Child of Dawnbreak.
"It seems... you found a contract with powerful binding force?"
The Child of Dawnbreak smiled, suddenly took out a Gold Pound coin, and flipped it into the air.
Arthur IX and Sophia watched without changing expression; even their heartbeats showed no noticeable change.
They had long known that the Child of Dawnbreak possessed this kind of divination ability. They were simply