The gaze came from behind him.
It truly felt like needles digging into his back.
Arthur calmly held Pendragon up as though playing a lifting game, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught Aeron watching him furtively.
Traces of hatred flickered in Aeron's eyes.
Clearly, he was nowhere near as "resigned to his fate" as he appeared to everyone else.
Of course!
How could someone like Aeron possibly accept his fate?
If he had accepted his fate, he would never have plotted those murders.
If he had accepted his fate, he would never have attacked that innocent coachman.
The moment he struck, the last scraps of conscience in his heart had vanished.
What remained?
The thrill of controlling other people's lives and deaths, disguised as "revenge."
And, of course, a little pleasure in toying with others.
Together, those two pleasures had made Aeron think himself extraordinary, superior to everyone else. What would someone like that do to Arthur, who had exposed his scheme?
Naturally, he would kill him to satisfy his hatred!
In fact, he most likely wanted to tear Arthur into pieces!
More importantly, he might actually be able to do it.
There was no forgetting his specialty: forging checks!
In South County, the largest check business had originally belonged to the Old Lion of the Inner Bay, but over time, quite a few nobles from various regions had joined in.
Though gold served as the anchor, the amount of shady dealing involved was terrifying.
Especially as the Old Lion grew older, many nobles had begun harboring secret ambitions.
Now that someone highly skilled at forging checks had suddenly appeared, plenty of people would be tempted-they might not use him to attack the Old Lion's assets, but they would certainly think, "We may not need to