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The hoarse, low voice made the Construct Maker's hair stand on end.
Instinctively, this member of the Lion Pride answered.
"All right!
We'll... urgh!"
Before he could finish, a longsword through his chest ended the conversation.
The Construct Maker's tiny eyes went wide.
Not because of the surprise attack, but because-
After stabbing him in the left side of his chest and then the right, this man had also stabbed the soles of both his feet.
"How did you know my heart was in the soles of my feet?"
Sprawled on the ground, the Construct Maker was utterly baffled.
Wearing the [Mask of Concealment], Arthur smiled.
Then he cut off the Construct Maker's head with a single stroke.
No blood gushed out, but the remaining force sent the Construct Maker's head rolling aside. This time, he finally saw Arthur's "true face."
"It's you!
Bette..."
Before he could utter the title of Count, a bottle of kerosene interrupted him.
The oil poured over his face.
A strange, sour, acrid taste immediately filled the Construct Maker's mouth, and he screamed in horror.
"Wait!
I can trade you information!
I know something important about the Prince!"
The Construct Maker shouted.
Arthur ignored him entirely. He struck a match and gave him a dignified cremation-Arthur already knew everything the Construct Maker knew.
In fact, he knew far more, and in much greater detail.
As for why he had gone to the extra trouble of using Count Bette's face?
Naturally, it was to feed the Old Lion false information.
Or rather...
Arthur was running a test.
He watched the Construct Maker burn to ashes.
After sending the rat swarm to explore the gold mine again, Arthur stood in the shadows and waited.
He was waiting for the Old Lion's reaction.
Waiting to see whether