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Impossible!
How could it be sympathy!
Aivor shook his head repeatedly.
Aivor did not deny Arthur's pity.
That pity had brought unprecedented leniency.
But he could never feel sympathy for Lucius!
After all-
The first requirement for sympathy was feeling what another person felt!
Yet whether it was their families, their upbringing, or everything that had happened afterward, Aivor could see nothing Arthur and Lucius had in common.
So it definitely was not sympathy.
Could Big Boss have lived some other life?
For some inexplicable reason, the thought surfaced in Aivor's mind.
But the Lord of Shadowflow immediately pushed that far-fetched idea aside.
Then he began thinking more seriously.
What is Big Boss trying to do?
Pendragon sat upright at one side of the desk, batting a game piece with a paw.
It was a piece from Animal Chess-a game whose main pieces were tigers, bears, dogs, rabbits, and mice, with victory decided by reaching the goal first and clashes between pieces.
In South Los, not only children but some adults were very fond of the game.
There were even dedicated clubs.
And beneath Pendragon's paw lay one of its pieces.
A mouse.
Perhaps because cats were naturally sensitive to mice, Pendragon had chosen this piece from the Animal Chess set.
A feline paw batted back and forth.
The piece flipped back and forth.
The piece had no control whatsoever; everything was dictated by that paw.
Finally, when Pendragon grew bored, a swipe sent the piece to the edge of the desk, where it toppled helplessly toward the floor.
Smack!
An invisible hand caught the piece.
Then the piece landed in Arthur's hand.
At the sight, Pendragon immediately controlled the airflow to glide away, only for Arthur to grab the cat by the scruff a moment later.
"Pan,