Arthur froze, then looked up at Potteriman across from him, his eyes full of surprise.
And Potteriman?
A flicker of guilt crossed the face of the Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor-
"The Creados family's attitude toward us is clear: they keep a respectful distance.
That has influenced His Highness as well.
But there is still room to turn things around.
Judging by how His Highness treats Miss Caesar, he has all the impulsiveness and passion of youth. At the same time, he is someone who honors his promises scrupulously and never shirks responsibility.
So...
We might as well make it a fait accompli.
Once His Highness learns one of the Death Poetry Society's seven Mystic Arts, even his unwillingness will not change that fact.
Besides, this is an exceptionally rare opportunity for us to spend time alone with His Highness.
Once the other members of the Creados family return to South Los, we will never have another chance.
Once Old Lion and Mother Tiger truly turn their attention to His Highness, we will lose our chance just the same."
Recalling his old friend the Right Patriarch's words, Potteriman sighed inwardly.
He did not want to resort to such underhanded methods either.
But...
He also understood that things were exactly as his friend had said.
As time passed, once the members of the Creados family returned to South Los, or Old Lion and Mother Tiger truly turned their attention to His Highness, they would no longer have any chance to approach him.
Even his old friend could not predict the former.
According to his friend's explanation, it was not just His Highness-the fates of every member of the Creados family had been muddled and concealed.
Any prophet who looked would see nothing but chaos.
In fact, anyone who forced an observation