What was the greatest difference between humans and animals?
A sage had once said it was making and using tools.
Therefore, Arthur hoped to be human.
So, without the slightest qualm and brimming with anticipation, he watched Linda Camille, hoping to learn more about Clay's death.
Under Arthur's gaze, the girl grew a little nervous and immediately looked toward 17 Xilin Street. Mere seconds later, confusion appeared on her face.
"Well? Did you see anything?"
Arthur asked.
"No, I didn't see anything, but I can feel the... mockery, showing off, and ease there!"
Linda Camille said with a frown.
Ease?
She couldn't understand why she would sense ease at a murder scene.
Neither could Arthur.
But when Linda looked at him apprehensively, the young Medium chuckled and instinctively reached to pat her head. Then he remembered that she was his younger aunt, which made that rather inappropriate.
Instead, he gave her arm a gentle pat.
"Linda, believe me, you've already done more than well enough-this alone puts you far beyond most people."
Arthur said softly.
Seeing no disappointment in Arthur's eyes and receiving his approval instead, the girl immediately nodded happily. She didn't ask how she compared to Arthur-in her heart, she had never dared hope to surpass him. That reporter had said it too: Arthur hadn't merely inherited the Medium bloodline perfectly. He had gone beyond it!
With terrifying, astonishing talent, he had surpassed everyone!
She certainly couldn't do that.
She only needed to surpass most people.
At the very least, she had to be able to stand quietly behind Arthur and watch his back.
Keep going!
Linda, you can do this!
Creados are born extraordinary!
As the girl encouraged herself inwardly, Arthur looked toward the carriage-there was another girl inside, Edith.
As the daughter of the Bernice family,