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Count Bernaken's unusual reaction naturally did not escape the Marquis of Einhaas.
"What is it?"
The Marquis of Einhaas asked.
"He's different!
Arthur is completely different from how he was a few hours ago!
Before, he was calm, but there was an indescribable sense of concealment about him. Now, that same concealment carries confidence!
Just like...
The Old Lion."
At first, the Marquis of Einhaas remained composed.
But as the Old Count continued, the Marquis's brows furrowed again.
"Like the Old Lion?"
"Yes, like the Old Lion.
Not in strength.
But in strength of spirit.
This change...
What did he go through in just a few hours?"
The Old Count could not help murmuring to himself.
The Marquis of Einhaas narrowed his eyes and said bluntly-
"He slew 'Blood Drinker' Heber!
From his departure from South Los to Shallowwater Harbor in Xilond, then Dordot Harbor, and finally Pult Harbor, this young man has won victory after victory. At the moment he slew 'Blood Drinker' Heber, he achieved a true transformation of the spirit.
With the sword in his hand, he slew a 'demigod'!
Then, naturally, he can become a 'demigod' himself!
His path to becoming a 'demigod' is now completely clear!"
At this point, envy surfaced in the Marquis of Einhaas's eyes.
Even with the Old Count's help, he knew his own path to becoming a 'demigod' would not be smooth. Yet Arthur had accomplished it.
At a younger age than him, and far more independently.
Immediately, the vague idea lingering in the Marquis's mind began to take shape.
A proud sword intent swiftly arose within his heart.
"Einhaas?"
The Old Count was the first to notice.
"I want to try it my own way."
The Marquis of Einhaas said.
"Must you try?"
The Old Count asked again.
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