An enormous ritual site had been laid out in the Secret Room beneath the Mill. From Glaster's perspective, even the shortest side of its ritual circle measured thirty meters.
Similar ritual circles filled the Secret Room beneath the Mill, linking various ritual substrates into a ritual site that would shock anyone who saw it.
Arthur included.
Arthur did not yet know what kind of ritual it was.
But the ritual substrates, each flickering with its own distinctive spirituality, told Arthur that this ritual was anything but ordinary-the young Medium held his hot cocoa with milk and sugar, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Arthur had speculated more than once about what Glaster kept in his temporary base.
Even so, the sight before him still came as a surprise.
I have to see it in person.
That was Arthur's thought.
Although he could borrow Glaster's vision, some things still required a look with his own eyes.
Out of caution, Arthur had already prepared for this when Glaster entered the Secret Room beneath the Mill.
So Arthur waited quietly.
He waited for the steward, Titon, to visit.
Of course, the necessary preparations still had to be made.
"Lady Anna, please."
Arthur looked at Lady Anna beside him.
"Of course."
With that gentle reply, Lady Anna floated up and flew straight outside.
Riding the manor's only old horse, Titon hurried toward South Los beneath the stars.
Along the way, the steward considered many ways to make his case.
In the end, he chose plain, straightforward honesty.
Harold Manor no longer had any bargaining chips.
Rather than risk provoking disgust with smooth talk, he was better off being honest.
As for deceiving that Medium with honeyed words?
The steward was not that naive.
With South Los now in sight, Titon dismounted.
It was not that he