In a field of vision only Arthur could see, [Death Intuition] flashed like a little light bulb.
Flashing alongside it was [Bluff], which had risen to Lv3.
Arthur's expression remained normal, his heartbeat steady, and his muscles just as relaxed as before. His eyes held the astonishment of someone marveling at a sight.
He seemed genuinely amazed by the sheer size of the oak.
That remained true even as, in his vision, the oak's powerful branches began swaying like seaweed underwater.
He was merely astonished by how big the tree was.
Beyond that-
"So this is what Golden Acorns look like!"
Arthur looked at the golden fruits.
Their shape differed little from ordinary acorns, but their shells had a golden sheen.
"That's right. These are Golden Acorns!"
The old butler nodded proudly.
Then he saw Arthur standing transfixed, his head tilted back as he gazed at the Golden Oak and its Golden Acorns. An inexplicable stirring appeared in his eyes-as though he were reflecting on the history of the entire Golden Oak, or admiring the glory of the Doyle Family.
Only after a full four or five seconds did Arthur look away and turn to Fontel.
His expression was solemn now.
"What's wrong?"
The wealthy young man, who was still considering how to hold a normal conversation with "Anna," was startled by Arthur's solemn expression.
"Although we're both heirs to Oak Manor, you're the old Lord's blood descendant, so-you must be the first to pick the Golden Acorns!
"That is your rightful privilege!
"And even more importantly, it is your honor as the old Lord's descendant!"
Arthur spoke gravely.
His words nearly moved the old butler to tears.
He had never imagined that Young Master Arthur would still hold honor dear in the face of such wealth.
Drawing a deep