Fornak's sinister laughter and the crisp clicking echoed through the second floor.
But nothing happened.
Seated on the sofa, Arthur watched him with a faint, knowing smile.
The traps in this room were cleverly arranged, but only by an ordinary person's standards.
Compared to 2 Kirk Street, they were like meatballs in a communal stew-impossible to miss.
Downstairs, Dico glanced in surprise at Cook, who had stayed put behind him, then barked contemptuously at the other patrol officers who had already fled some distance-
"Get back here, you bastards!
With the consultant here, how could this guy possibly succeed?"
The other patrol officers returned sheepishly.
Upstairs, Fornak's sinister grin froze on his face.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
A master trapmaker set this up!
How could you have disabled it?"
Fornak shouted as he pressed the mechanism with all his strength.
It clicked and clacked, but still nothing happened.
"Have you considered that you were swindled?"
"And...
You didn't treat the chance I gave you as a chance at all.
Even now, you refuse to call me Mr. Credos."
Seated on the sofa, Arthur slowly picked up Pendragon. With his head lowered, he teased Pendragon with a finger, never even looking at Fornak. Yet the faint aura emanating from him had already left Fornak collapsed on the floor, trembling uncontrollably.
[Intimidation] flashed rapidly.
"M-Mr. Credos, p-please give me another chance!
I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
Tears and snot streamed down Fornak's face.
Only then did Arthur finally confirm that something was wrong with him.
More precisely, he was somewhat mentally disturbed.
Was he born this way?
Or was he affected by that fake Blood Scion's Mystic Art?
Or perhaps...
Did he witness something extraordinary?
Arthur speculated inwardly.
This world held supernatural mysteries, so knowing more was not necessarily better.