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"Of course!"
Potteriman answered without hesitation.
The Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society gazed intently at Arthur and said, enunciating every word-
"Death is not the end!
On the contrary, death is the beginning!
It is the rebirth of everything!
And death at your hands will surely be my perfect destination!"
Unlike the fear others felt when faced with death.
The composure the Old School members of the Death Poetry Society displayed in the face of death was utterly shocking, and that was precisely why the lords everywhere were wary of them.
Death had always been one of their chief means of controlling the commoners in their domains.
And it had given rise to all sorts of little tricks.
But once the commoners stopped fearing death...
That meant imbalance!
That meant collapse!
An imbalance in their power!
The collapse of their affluent lives!
Arthur understood this perfectly.
As an indispensable source of support for his journey to the Inner Bay, the Death Poetry Society mattered a great deal to Arthur-of course, he would never ask Potteriman whether he had seen "everything after death."
Never say anything that undermined unity.
Arthur had long understood that.
Even if it was the truth.
Or rather...
It was precisely because it was the truth that it could not be said.
Sitting there, Arthur looked at Potteriman kneeling before him and said softly-
"Your destination is to fight under my command until you die."
"Of course!"
The Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society trembled all over with excitement.
Wasn't this exactly what he wanted?
To fight to the death!
To live forever after death!
All of this was what he had long yearned for.
"Your Highness, when do we begin?"
Potteriman asked eagerly.
Arthur merely smiled and shook his head.
"That is