Ⅵ
Lies were believed because of the beauty within them.
Just as when someone met all your expectations, they were either a god or a fraud.
And Arthur?
He was certainly no fraud.
Arthur was merely a simple medium.
So Arthur knew all too well how to make someone... no, how to make a "demigod" see herself in his words.
Because the Lady of Pain before him refused to accept her failure.
People refused to accept their failures and instinctively found excuses for themselves.
Deities were no different.
In fact, deities took it even further.
After all-
They were gods!
Their arrogance went far beyond anything ordinary people could imagine.
The Lady of Pain before him was no exception, even if she was only a former demigod.
Arthur really had said nothing.
He had merely made a start.
After that?
The Lady of Pain had stepped straight into the trap.
The voice coming from the Lead Box coffin shifted from a low murmur to a frenzied rant-
"That bastard is stirring up trouble again!
Was the lesson of the Seven-Year War not enough?
She deserves to die a thousand times!"
The two key terms, "Seven-Year War" and "she," instinctively brought one person to Arthur's mind.
Glaster!
Or rather, Glaster, who had used the alias Kleibel the Witch.
That lady had certainly left a deep impression on Arthur.
Not only because of her multiple identities, but also because she was still contributing even after death-with her roles as the "corpse" Glaster and Lady Anna's "essential nourishment," Arthur could hardly forget her.
Of course, Arthur was not certain whether the Lady of Pain was talking about her.
And so-
"Heh, are you trying to bluff me?
I am a medium, you know.
You should rein in these little tricks of yours-you cannot