Arthur's voice brimmed with surprise and shock.
Because of her hidden identity, Yura had imagined more than a dozen scenarios for meeting Arthur before coming to the top deck of the Eastern. He might be extremely wary, dismissive, or even brimming with murderous intent. Of course, surprise and shock had certainly been among them.
But never surprise and shock to this degree.
It really was a little...
Over the top!
It was like acting: someone meant to give a sorrowful laugh, but overdid it so badly that it came out sounding like a duck's quack!
But Yura kept her doubts to herself and asked the question she had prepared beforehand-
"Are you surprised by my identity?"
As she spoke, she walked up to Arthur.
Her gaze swept over his face and bearing, which had become even more striking after the enormous increases to his [physique] and [spirituality].
The tremendous increase in [physique] made Arthur look healthy and vibrant.
The tremendous increase in [spirituality], meanwhile, filled him with an air of mystery.
The former stimulated the instincts of the creatures around him.
The latter beguiled their minds.
Once his [physique] and [spirituality] had crossed the threshold of an Ascendant, Arthur seemed to have acquired some kind of permanent charm spell, drawing people in before they knew it.
Yura was no exception.
Originally, Yura had only hoped to find more clues by looking at him.
But the longer she looked, the more she felt that Arthur...
Smelled so good!
The feeling was a little tingly.
After she squirmed a few times, it felt as though a hundred claws were scratching at her heart.
Then the itch grew worse, like the damp, clammy weather of early spring.
Arthur seemed not to notice. He set down the Nightwalker Record in his hand, stood up,