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Mr. Smith frowned.
He knew Kidd, the "Construct Maker."
In fact, he knew him quite well.
During that war, they had dealt with each other more than once-a strange relationship in which they were both allies and enemies. Kidd's talent was unique.
But he had not been difficult to handle.
Of course, that was back when Mr. Smith had still been a god.
As for his current self?
If he truly wanted to kill Kidd, his chances were less than thirty percent.
That was because of Kidd's unique talent.
Unless he had overwhelming strength.
Otherwise, once Kidd dragged him into a battle of attrition, that endless stream of Constructs would be enough to make anyone's scalp prickle.
Mr. Smith was no exception.
So Mr. Smith immediately lowered his voice and said-
"I'm not sure I can kill him.
And I can't find him, either."
Faced with "Death," Mr. Smith made no further excuses.
He knew perfectly well that such excuses were utterly useless against Death.
Making them would only bring humiliation.
He might as well be honest.
Kili immediately traced words over the floor.
My people will draw him out.
Then you will deliver the killing blow.
Meet at the Lion Palace at dusk.
"If that's the case, I can give it my best shot!"
That was what Mr. Smith said.
And that was enough.
With the Contract in place, he would not lie.
Arthur immediately ordered Kili to leave for now and remain hidden on standby.
At that moment, Arthur had just returned to the room he shared with Malinda-
It was roughly twenty square meters.
It had the basics: a bed, a wardrobe, chairs, and a table, as well as a private washroom.
Inside the open wicker trunk lay some clothes suited to the season and their