Arthur was always gentle and well-meaning toward his own people.
His question this time was no exception.
With the help of [Bluff], it felt like a spring breeze brushing their faces.
Yet that feeling only deepened the sense of indebtedness Scott, Wiggins, Cook, Haywood, and Fontel felt.
"I wasn't any help before. I want to shoulder more of your burden, sir."
Wiggins, who had come from the streets, spoke bluntly and was the first to answer.
"I want to see more of the Mystical Side, but as I am now, I'm not qualified. That's why I need to become stronger."
Scott did not mince words either.
Of everyone present, he was closest to Arthur.
Scott had no need to hide his feelings.
"Same here."
Haywood spoke after Scott.
Scott had put it well enough. Haywood felt his words fit perfectly and needed no changes.
"For Lady Anna!"
That was Fontel.
The heir to a lordship had initially hesitated when Cook said it would hurt and be agonizing, but after seeing Lady Anna speak, he had burst with unprecedented enthusiasm.
Pain? Agony?
I, Fontel, fear nothing for Lady Anna's sake.
Let the pain and agony hit even harder.
As long as it brings me closer to Lady Anna.
Arthur glanced over the four men brimming with fighting spirit, then finally settled his gaze on Cook, who was clearly the leader of this undertaking.
"Are you confident?"
That was what Arthur asked.
As for what the five men wanted to do...
Arthur knew, of course.
Eavesdropping?
No, no, no.
How could the young, kind, upright, innocent Medium do such a thing?
He was merely concerned about his subordinates.
What was wrong with a competent leader showing some concern for his subordinates?
Cook was not surprised that Arthur knew what they wanted, either.