Arthur knew little about the Blood Clan.
Aside from knowing that the Blood Marquis had caused the entire Blood Clan to vanish during the Seven-Year War so his son could possess a "gift" and awaken his bloodline, he had only confirmed that there was more to the clan's disappearance than met the eye.
Anything more?
He had nothing.
So, to play the elder brother of the Blood Clan member before him perfectly, he had to plug that gap.
A split personality!
Amnesia!
Those were the solutions Arthur had come up with.
But compared with a split personality, amnesia suited the situation before him better.
As for a split personality?
If the Blood Clan members happened to have a Mystic Art or medicine that treated amnesia, he could develop a "split personality" after they used it on him or he took it.
People always wanted to leave themselves a way out!
But a Medium had no need to!
Because a Medium had ways out everywhere!
Watching Arthur clutch his head in agony, the Blood Clan member beside him felt a pang of shared anguish. In an instant, he was dragged back to that night.
It should have been the night of Bradley's awakening, but countless enemies had appeared.
Yet that had not been the most terrifying thing!
The most terrifying thing had been...
The moon!
Recalling that scene, Byrne, the youngest member of the Blood Clan, trembled all over.
He knew no one could escape that calamity aimed at the Blood Clan.
Not the Marquis, not him, and not the elder brother before him.
The Marquis had died fighting on the spot.
He had been gravely wounded and had yet to recover.
And in a sense, the elder brother before him was in even worse condition-he must have been one of