Freeman wore a radiant smile as he respectfully placed a registration form before Arthur, then eagerly pointed out where he needed to sign.
"Just sign here, please."
As he spoke, a strange sense of "pride" appeared on the New Blood Descendant's face.
To this New Blood Descendant, the stronger Arthur was, the stronger his "father" must be-everyone knew that cooperation rested on both parties being equally powerful.
And the stronger his "father" was, the safer he would be.
Even if his "father" refused to acknowledge him, the relationship between them was real and beyond question.
Besides, that refusal could be softened.
For example...
By taking an indirect approach!
Watching the "Medium" sign, Freeman felt immensely relieved that he had "calculated correctly" the earnings from Rat Street in advance.
With those earnings, surely he could establish a little connection with the "Medium" before him?
As Freeman thought this, his smile grew even more eager.
This brought a look of contempt to Amuel's eyes beside him.
What an oblivious fool. He didn't even think to bring His Excellency a chair.
With that thought, the lady from Talin immediately rose and moved her own chair behind Arthur.
"Your Excellency, you can sit down to sign."
After saying this, Amuel lowered her voice.
"Your Excellency, do you need a maid?
I can cook, brew some potions, and know a little alchemy..."
Amuel listed her qualifications.
At that moment, Amuel deeply regretted her "recklessness" during their first meeting.
Had she known Arthur was so powerful, she would have "made her intentions clear" when they first met.
Instead of trying to make up for it now.
It was not too late to mend her ways, but the costs involved were all very real.
After signing his name and handing the registration form back to Freeman, Arthur