Ⅲ
Words were always sharp.
Especially a Medium's words, which were all the more unsettling and embarrassing-
Just like the Old Lion's youngest son at that moment.
Holding the fish, he could neither put it down nor swallow it.
The fish is poisoned?
Is it poisoned?
Surely not?
I watched him grill it. I didn't see him poison it!
The Old Lion's youngest son kept questioning himself, then naturally fell into a dilemma unlike anything he had ever experienced, staring blankly at Arthur.
Arthur smiled.
Then he tore off a piece of fish and popped it straight into his mouth.
"Relax. It's not poisoned.
Eat up!
Mm, tastes pretty good."
Arthur appraised his own cooking.
Anyone who didn't aspire to be a good Medium could never become an excellent chef.
With the [Lannister Seasoning Jar], Arthur could certainly be called an excellent chef.
At least, the Old Lion's youngest son wolfed down the fish.
Only when the Old Lion's youngest son had nearly finished did Arthur casually add another remark.
"Aren't you afraid I took an antidote beforehand?"
The Old Lion's youngest son froze mid-lick of his fingers.
The young man stared blankly at Arthur, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead.
Then Arthur smiled again.
"Just messing with you."
As he spoke, Arthur tore off another large piece of fish and handed it to the Old Lion's youngest son.
The young man accepted it in a daze. Watching Arthur continue eating, he looked down at his own piece, its aroma wafting straight into his nose.
Involuntarily, the Old Lion's youngest son's nose twitched.
It smells so good!
I've never had grilled fish that smelled this good!
Is it some secret recipe?
The Old Lion's youngest son glanced at Arthur's teasing smile, then at the fish in his hand, and