Ⅰ
What was the most complicated thing in the world?
An Entry Rank puppet?
An Ascension Rank artifact?
Or the process of some special ritual?
None of those.
Arthur believed it was the human heart.
By the human heart, he meant neither his own nor any particular person's, but everyone's-even someone who usually seemed honest and simple, or downright dim-witted, was only showing one side of himself. What was his other side like?
There was no knowing.
Because that side changed from moment to moment.
It could catch you completely off guard.
Sometimes, "search your heart" really did mean "search your heart."
And that could genuinely kill you.
Arthur, however, had not warned Pistrie.
He believed Pistrie would be prepared.
Or rather...
By this point, Pistrie's usefulness to him had greatly diminished-according to his script, it would be good if Pistrie emerged alive.
If he died, that would not be bad either.
So Arthur did not care.
Still, he had to provide the necessary help.
After all-
There was a Contract.
As someone who honored contracts, Arthur maintained that he belonged to the "lawful alignment."
Seeing the smile at the corner of Arthur's mouth, Malinda could not help asking softly-
"What are you grinning so wickedly about?
Who have you tricked this time?"
As she spoke, the lady turned her gaze back to Arthur's lips.
She wanted to bite them.
Arthur immediately shrugged.
"I haven't tricked anyone.
Didn't I tell you earlier that I'd treat you to a good show?"
That was Arthur's reply.
Malinda nodded.
She had seen the march from Saint Joan Academy.
Beginning with Dean Dingle's death, it had made for a decent opening, but what followed had been somewhat lackluster-not because the death warriors had failed to give their all, or because Sean and Bont lacked