At Arthur's question, Malinda fell silent for less than a second before naming an organization-
"The Pale Hand!
Apart from those bastards obsessed with the ceremony of a 'death ritual,' I can't think of anyone who would put so much effort into setting Kemail up, only to watch him die.
After all, if the ceremony they wanted had to come with flowers and applause...
Those bastards pulled it off.
And more than once, at that."
The lady gave a snort.
Her gaze grew colder as she stared at the name 'Glaster' in the notes.
Clearly, she had thought of what had just happened.
So had Arthur.
As for someone exploiting that scene?
Arthur wasn't angry.
Instead, the young 'Medium' curled his lips into a smile.
"You're not angry?"
Malinda asked in surprise.
Then, before Arthur could answer, she caught on.
"Don't tell me..."
"You said it yourself. What they love most is ceremony. And with a ceremony like that... how could someone like him not stick around to watch?
In a patch of dense woods three hundred meters south of the Manor."
Arthur gave her an exact location.
Without wasting a word, Malinda blew a smoke ring, grabbed Arthur's hand, and plunged straight into it.
That rather surprised Arthur.
He had intended to let Malinda pursue first and follow her afterward.
After all, he didn't want her throwing up all over him.
But unexpectedly, Malinda seemed...
Fine?
Surprise flickered in Arthur's eyes.
Yet the moment Arthur and Malinda appeared in the dense woods-
Blargh!
Malinda threw up again.
Vomit splashed onto Arthur's shoes again.
But the young 'Medium' showed no irritation. Instead, he supported Malinda with a concerned expression and asked softly,
"Are you all right? You don't need to push yourself over something like this. After all, the baby..."