The carriage rolled briskly down Garden Street. The sunset shone on the round-faced girl's cheeks, flushing them rosy and making her look all the more lively.
Yet her dark eyes were filled with uncertainty.
"B-but I don't think I can do it."
Linda spoke in a small voice.
"Why not?"
Arthur asked with a smile.
"I don't have Edith's charm, let alone her organizational skills. And she can stir people's hearts with her words. I can't do that."
As Linda spoke, her confidence dwindled further.
Arthur merely smiled and shook his head.
"Where does Edith's charm come from?
Her looks, or the power of Bernice's family?
She wears a veil all year round, so the former probably accounts for less than a tenth of it. The latter is the true source of her charm!
But Camille's family is no less powerful than Bernice's!
And those so-called organizational skills?
They're nothing more than the 'novelty' of acting mysterious and standing apart from the crowd, drawing in young people who want something 'different.'
Even the veil she always wears is probably part of that.
But for you, Linda, this would be child's play. She's merely a fake, while we're the real thing.
As for stirring people's hearts?
Hah."
At that, the young Medium laughed, his smile full of contempt.
In a soft voice of utter certainty, he said-
"If not for the honor of our own bloodline, we, as heirs to the bloodline of Creados, could easily unleash riot after riot, or even destroy a country."
Having said that, the young Medium looked at the girl again.
"So what are you worried about?
There's no need to worry about any of that!
Don't forget!
I'll help you, too!"
By the time Arthur spoke that final sentence, Linda was already nodding in agreement.