Ⅰ
How should a person survive when caught between two sides?
They could be neither too forceful nor too weak.
Too forceful, and they would be treated as a potential threat, then wiped out outright.
Too weak, and they would be considered no threat at all, then swallowed whole.
So anyone caught between two sides had to strike a balance between strength and weakness.
Then...
Play both sides!
Clearly, that was exactly what the Old Lion's youngest son intended to do.
Simply put-
Diodone, his older brother, was someone the Old Lion's youngest son wanted to kill.
Barro, his uncle, was someone the Old Lion's youngest son also wanted to kill.
This was just...
Wonderful!
Arthur smiled. It was no longer the polite smile he wore during small talk, but a genuine smile that came from deep within-he seemed to hear wails in his ears, smell blood on the wind, and even see mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Yet all of it excited him.
It even put him at ease.
As though this was exactly how he should be.
The aura of death began to churn.
It went from intangible to tangible.
Amid the gray, within the absolute domain of death, the young man sat cross-legged, chuckling softly, shifting light gleaming in his eyes.
Thud!
Potteriman, who had only just stood up, dropped to his knees again the instant he saw this.
The eyes of the Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor brimmed with fervor.
He saw death.
More than that, he saw the Death Poetry Society's future.
Everything would hinge on a single thought from the young man before him.
Meanwhile, towering waves surged through Sean's and Bont's hearts.
The two men from Cat Cave were not unaware of Arthur's strength.
They simply had not known that what