Arthur was happy to give others hope.
Especially his subordinates who pledged their unconditional loyalty to him.
So, under the gazes of the remaining thirty-eight death warriors, words of reassurance slipped straight from Arthur's mouth.
At once, the look in the thirty-eight death warriors' eyes changed.
Alongside their resolve was a sense of vindication.
They firmly believed Arthur's words.
Of course!
Having appeared alongside the Twelve Zodiac Signs, how could they possibly be mere Silver and Bronze warriors?
The Seven Generals of the seas?
The three former pirates felt a stirring in their hearts.
The One Hundred and Eight Stars of the city of death?
Which of the remaining death warriors had never killed anyone? Which had never felt death?
Without any prompting, they began identifying themselves with those roles.
What was more, Arthur was still speaking softly-
"Believe in yourselves, find your own paths, and burn with... fighting spirit.
It will guide you to your rightful places!"
Carried away by his own patter, Arthur had almost blurted out "cosmos," but quickly adjusted his wording.
Arthur watched with satisfaction as the remaining thirty-eight death warriors also began experiencing great increases in [Spirituality] and [Physique] amid wisps of distortion. In particular, the thirty-five who believed themselves to be the One Hundred and Eight Stars developed truly formidable auras.
Was it because of the influence of my Deathly Aura?
In that case, would I soon be able to assemble all One Hundred and Eight Stars?
Tsk, I'm Arthur, not Aaron.
Arthur inwardly mocked himself.
Then he raised a hand to beckon Young Lissop over.
The heir to South Town immediately hurried over.
"Loving Father!"
After confirming that everyone around them was one of their own, the heir to South Town dropped his pretense.
Young Lissop's fanaticism and his awakened ability to "convert"