The man who called himself DIO's butler once again raised a hand to his chest and bowed impassively. "That's right. I am the younger brother of Daniel J. D'Arby, whom you defeated."
Polite though he was, his expression, as unruffled as stagnant water, made it clear that his true attitude was nowhere near as respectful as his behavior suggested.
Although he acted very attentive, every move he made was thoroughly off-putting.
At his words, everyone frowned, startled once again.
Daniel J. D'Arby was one of the Stand Users who had intercepted them in Egypt. A veteran cheat himself, his Stand, "Osiris," was an instant-death Stand that wagered souls and extracted the loser's soul!
"The gambler D'Arby's younger brother?" Avdol asked calmly. "So, are you planning to fight us here to avenge your brother?"
"Not at all. I've never had any such intention."
As though something amusing had occurred to him, Younger D'Arby spread his hands, a faint, mocking smile appearing on his face. "Didn't my brother tell you? 'In a contest, anyone who gets fooled deserves to lose.' I agree with that. If he lost, that was his own incompetence. I don't hate you in the slightest. Besides..."
"He is himself, and I am myself. We're not the same kind of person. There's a ten-year age gap between us. Although I respect him very much, we belong to completely different eras."
Younger D'Arby spoke unhurriedly, his tone full of arrogance and disdain. "My brother is a man of the old era who wins through cheating and deception. The only people he can beat are others from that old era and a few amateurs."
"Lord DIO recognized precisely that, which is why he kept me by his side as his butler. If... you want to fight me, come inside!"
Hearing DIO's