Arthur automatically claimed the title of "Cat Faction Leader" for himself.
He was the Cat Faction Leader!
Not the Impostor Faction Leader!
His title as the current "Black Cat" was already recognized by the world, and he even had the Initiation Chart [Great Orange]. Why couldn't he call himself the Cat Faction Leader?
In a sense, he thoroughly deserved it.
That was why Grindelwald was perfectly at ease when introducing him.
"Hello, Mr. Grindelwald."
Garcia responded gratefully.
The newcomer to the Cloak Society, a writer with a hundred rejections who moonlighted as an information broker, bowed again in thanks as he spoke.
Watching the "awkward" Garcia, Didian sighed inwardly.
She knew the man before her was simple and honest.
Yes, simple and honest.
No one would believe that someone who moonlighted as an information broker could be simple and honest.
But Garcia really was.
All along, Garcia had used the money he earned as an information broker to support his writing-at times, this was even harder to believe than an honest information broker. After all, other people wrote books to make a living, while Garcia devoted his living to writing.
Put simply-
Writing was Garcia's dream.
For that dream, Garcia had given up his life.
Or rather, writing was Garcia's life.
In Garcia's world, writing came first.
Everything else?
Not particularly important.
Although Garcia understood a little about social conventions and knew to bow his head to put food on the table, his understanding never went very "deep."
That was why, in Didian's eyes, Garcia was special and endearing.
But now, Didian knew she needed to step in.
Otherwise, the Garcia she found endearing would look like a fool to everyone else.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Grindelwald.
I'm Didian of the Lotus Leaf Inn. If you need anything,