The cheers rose like mountains and seas as Arthur sat atop the pile of bones.
When the young Medium looked down, Jimte and Carral, standing before the base of the pile, bowed involuntarily-at that moment, the schemes that had only just formed in the two young noblemen's hearts were crushed outright.
"Greetings, Lord Credos."
The two greeted Arthur.
The young Medium did not respond immediately. Instead, he raised a hand and gently stroked Kulich's forehead.
He was giving his dog the praise he deserved.
The [Death Hound], which looked like a Labrador, immediately displayed its distinctive smile, its thick tail wagging incessantly.
When Arthur tapped the top of its head, the clever Kulich immediately crouched in the shadow at Arthur's feet, its entire body vanishing.
Its gaze, however, remained fixed on Jimte and Carral.
The two young noblemen could clearly feel the [Death Hound] watching them, and the hairs on their backs instinctively stood on end.
But compared to the pressure of the [Death Hound], the silent Arthur put them under even greater pressure. That heart-clenching sensation...
Was still there!
It's working nicely!
Arthur, who had been closely observing the two, thought to himself.
Ever since confirming that both men wore their respective masks, Arthur had been considering how to take control of the conversation. After weighing their identities, their cautious natures, and the cunning cultivated by their surroundings, he had finally decided to give them a session of "counseling."
He would comfort them with the techniques a Medium excelled at.
And so, the bones in the Manor had been gathered.
Six [Hands of the Void] had built a "stage" with unparalleled speed, using the broken weapons among the bones as "stage decorations."
And, of course, there was the chair.
Arthur genuinely loved this spacious chair-certainly not because he instinctively