Linda Camille wore a dark blue suit, a white shirt, and her golden hair cropped short. She had even changed into a pair of men's boots. Joy filled her black eyes when she saw Arthur.
Arthur, meanwhile, looked at Linda's hair in surprise.
Not only had its color changed slightly, but she had cut it short!
She looked like a tomboy.
Still, none of that mattered much.
What mattered was that Arthur could sense a "mystical aura" from Linda!
It was different from the faint, elusive presence he had sensed before.
Her "mystical aura" was now quite strong.
Ha, a Muggle?
What Muggle?
She's a weak spot, that's what!
In my family, I'm the weak spot.
Arthur could barely muster the energy to complain anymore.
As for Creados and whatever bloodline it had?
Arthur couldn't care less.
By now, the young "Medium" had grown used to it all. He certainly wasn't going to agonize over whether Linda's bloodline came from her mother or his grandfather, Old Charlie.
None of that mattered anymore!
Really, it! Did! Not! Matter!
"Good evening, Linda!"
Arthur greeted her with a smile.
Arthur was always especially warm toward direct blood relatives of Creados-perhaps that was another power carried in the bloodline.
Of course, it also helped that Linda wasn't annoying.
And if she were annoying?
That would mean she didn't have the Creados bloodline.
She would be a fake.
The principle the "Medium" believed in most was this: only what benefited him was right.
Everything else?
Not worth a thought!
"Good evening, Arthur!"
Excitement filled Linda's face. She couldn't wait to tell Arthur about the changes she had undergone over the past fortnight and more, but she held back when she saw Malinda beside him.
Although Malinda was close to Arthur, as a member of Creados,