The soul of "Glaster," her face filled with despair, roared at Arthur-
"Why did you know I was in disguise?
And why did you know about my hidden soul-defense mystic art?
Why?
Why?"
As she roared, "Glaster's" soul began to flicker, like the distorted picture on an old television with poor reception.
Arthur: I didn't know a moment ago. Now I do.
Of course, Arthur would never be that honest. He looked at "Glaster" and kept smiling.
"Of course I knew.
Because-
I'm a 'Medium'!"
Arthur's words were blunt, his tone calm.
This drove "Glaster," in her soul form, into another extreme of madness.
"Impossible!
Mediums are all frauds!
A bunch of hopeless frauds!"
As she roared, "Glaster" flailed her arms wildly.
Arthur kept smiling, his words measured and unhurried.
"What could be safer than hiding among a bunch of frauds?
My grandfather, Old Charlie, once said we should be grateful to those who take us for frauds.
Not only will they look down on us and despise us, they'll lead others astray too-you never know what expression someone will wear when they meet their death because they underestimated us...
Hmm, no.
You do know, because you're one of those people.
Can't see your own face?
That's all right!
Here, take a look!"
As Arthur spoke, he used [Hand of the Void] to bring over the laboratory's mirror and set it in front of "Glaster."
Already driven mad by Arthur's words, "Glaster" let out a wail when she saw her own "soul form" in the mirror, bound tight and powerless to resist.
"No!
This isn't how it should be!
I'm Kleibel the 'Witch'!"
As "Glaster" screamed, dense deathly aura began invading her soul.
Arthur, however, froze.
Not because of the invading deathly aura.
But because of what she had just