Arthur was all too familiar with the mask on the display cabinet's upper shelf.
Its design-a plain white human face with no patterns or decorations, only two empty holes for the eyes-could only belong to a vessel housing a [Death Hound].
Having acquired one [Death Hound], Arthur certainly wouldn't mind having another.
Pendragon would probably love having another dog to ride, wouldn't he?
Besides, Pendragon had no crotch, so there was certainly nothing there to wear out.
Despite these thoughts, Arthur didn't rush. Instead, he raised his right hand and rubbed his chin.
"What is it?"
Malinda, who was constantly keeping an eye on Arthur, immediately noticed.
Their long acquaintance had already taught her some of Arthur's little habits.
When thinking, for example, he would rub between his brows or tap his fingers on a table or an armrest.
When he discovered something interesting, however, he would rub his chin.
"Nothing.
I just found something interesting."
Arthur said this without keeping her in suspense the way Malinda did. Instead, he asked quietly-
"Have you heard of Geppetto?"
"Geppetto?
That mad Grand Alchemist?"
Malinda blurted out the words almost without thinking.
Grand Alchemist Geppetto was immensely famous on the mystical side, but his reputation was entirely negative. Whenever his name came up, people thought of madness.
Moreover, most people believed the Church had made exactly the right choice when it burned this Grand Alchemist and his creation, "Pinocchio," to death.
At least, compared with the eleven masters burned afterward, that had been the right choice.
After all, among the charges against those eleven masters was actually "being unable to create a sun at night."
"Yes.
This was one of his laboratories.
I'm rather surprised it's in South Los. According to the records, this mad Alchemist was mostly active in West Berlin."