When the late-night knock came, Arthur was holding Pendragon in his arms and writing down the mystical knowledge he had discussed with Albers over the past three days. The warm cat and soft purring were far better than a hot-water bottle, filling Arthur with an inexplicable sense of comfort.
As for writing it down?
Even the best memory could not compare to a written record.
Unless you had a permanently active [Memory Art] or a similar Mystic Art.
And if you did not?
Then writing was an excellent remedy.
More importantly, Arthur knew that his own foundations were weak. Writing things down not only gave him a better record but also helped him organize his understanding of mystical knowledge.
But the knock interrupted him.
Arthur was not annoyed in the slightest, though.
Because this was the signal he had agreed on with Wiggins.
That was fast!
Just what I'd expect of the Rat Council!
Arthur had some guesses about why Wiggins had come. Given Mouse Tail Alley's influence on Rat Street, discovering Wiggins's relationship with him was far too easy. A serious investigation would readily uncover all the information.
As for the Rat Council?
He had heard about it quite unexpectedly from Albers.
Before the young detective came to South Los, his uncle had warned him not to provoke the Rat Council.
The young detective had dismissed the warning.
Arthur, however, had committed it firmly to memory.
He had even made some preparations in advance because of it.
But when he opened the door and saw Haywood beside Wiggins, he was secretly taken aback.
Haywood's appearance was something Arthur had never anticipated!
Something unexpected happened!
The thought flashed through Arthur's mind, but his expression remained calm, as though he had known all along.
For Arthur, who possessed Lv3 [Bluff], this