Ⅲ
Darnell's voice was clear and sincere.
Although Arthur had produced it with [Ringing Art], Lv5 [Ringing Art] was already enough to imitate the lord perfectly.
Of course, it wasn't limited to that lord alone.
There were also the three lords, Yakaz, Lalia, and Leondese-
"My lord, dying on the battlefield has always been my wish."
"My lord, the fault is not yours."
"My lord, hold tight to your sword."
The voices of those three lords rang out in turn.
Although Lv5 [Ringing Art] could only store three recorded voices, Arthur didn't think erasing one after using it would affect the current situation.
In fact, when he saw the immobilized Marquis of Einhaas, Arthur had barely restrained himself from striking.
He desperately wanted Carral, who had sworn allegiance to him, to inherit the Einhaas Fief.
Both of the Marquis's sons were already dead.
If the Marquis died too, nothing would stand in the way of Carral, his nephew.
However, Arthur's reason told him to be careful.
The temptation was great, but so was the danger.
Watching everything from the sidelines through a raven's eyes, the young South Los Medium instinctively kept his attention on Count Bernaken.
Without question, the Old Count deserved respect.
After burning his flesh and blood, he had burned his soul as well.
He had even used his soul as a guide to bring the Marquis of Einhaas back onto the Witcher Path, making him South County's Witcher Master.
All of that deserved respect.
Arthur could tell that the Old Count might have acted on a tiny bit of impulse.
But that didn't mean the Old Count hadn't prepared thoroughly. Simply put, his original target probably hadn't been the Marquis of Einhaas, but someone like the Marquis's disciple or apprentice. However, the Blood Drinker's sudden appearance had