They all call me Great Master

Arthur Kredos!

Upon hearing that name, Pistri Hamlet was stunned and surprised, but immediately it turned into a kind of knowing relief.

"Yes!

Of course, it had to be you!

Who else but you could so accurately grasp everything at such a young age?"

The Young Lion admired and lamented.

He admired Arthur's strength.

He lamented that Arthur, who seemed even younger than himself, had such resolution.

And compared to the former, the latter caught this heir of the Duke of the Inner Bay's attention even more.

Especially when comparing himself to Arthur, even more so.

The Young Lion asked himself, even after experiencing the 'Del family', he couldn't make decisions like Arthur.

When you see a tiger, turning and running isn't disgraceful; it just costs your life.

But when you see the tiger and charge directly at it, although it might cost your life, you could die with dignity.

If given a choice, even if the latter dies with dignity, most people would choose the former.

Talking is always easier than doing.

Anyone can boast before seeing the tiger.

But once they truly see the tiger, most of those boastful people can't even stand firmly.

The Young Lion deeply understood this truth.

He had always considered himself brave.

However, just now, facing the sudden incident, if not for the noble etiquette that ensured he was clean leaving the house, he really would have to change his pants by now.

But Arthur was different.

Even knowing such an incident occurred in the Inner Bay, with the former 'rules' becoming just a piece of paper, he dared to come.

Even if it was greed, even if it was ambition.

The Young Lion admired him greatly.

Of course, admiration is just admiration.

What needs to be done still needs to be done.

He wouldn't play games with a reckless man, which could end up burning himself.

So—

"I haven't heard your name just once; your name is like thunder in my ears.

Your deeds have earned my utmost admiration.

But I need something more practical."

The Young Lion spoke sincerely.

These words weren't difficult for the Young Lion.

After all, it wasn't an act.

It was heartfelt.

Even far in the Inner Bay, the recent events in South Los were clear to this Young Lion—because of the antagonism between the Inner Bay and South Los, even if he wasn't interested in politics, he still kept considerable attention on South Los.

Another reason was curiosity.

He was very curious about Arthur, who suddenly appeared in people's sights.

This curiosity stemmed from the curiosity between peers.

And there was also a kind of…

Envy.

He envied Arthur's freedom and willfulness.

These were things he didn't have.

However, the Young Lion wouldn't confess these to Arthur.

These were all secrets.

Arthur sat there, facing the sincere inquiry from the Young Lion, directly called out—

"Sean, Bonte."

Two figures emerged from the shadows.

Two Great Arcana Level experts from the Cat Hole respectfully greeted Arthur.

After acting as messengers in the Ainhars Territory, these two Cat Hole members were sent forth to the Inner Bay by Arthur as an advance team.

However, their understanding of scouting was different, expecting tasks like gathering information, enemy arrangements, and such, before planning the corresponding strategies.

Sean and Bonte's advance tasks were simple.

Just come to the Inner Bay and probe the situation at Kilg Harbor.

Moreover, this probing was just a superficial one.

For these two Cat Hole members, it was incredibly easy.

So much so, they even doubted if they were inadequate, excluded by Arthur from any action plans.

Under normal circumstances, such thoughts wouldn't arise, but witnessing Arthur's displayed 'strength', they couldn't help but feel inferior.

Originally confident in their abilities, they suddenly realized they were far behind.

Some ideas naturally emerged...

The self-assured two began to waver.

Thus, when Arthur called them, they responded not just quickly, but also more respectfully.

Arthur was very satisfied with their demeanor.

Of course, Arthur did it on purpose.

Compared to his other subordinates, Sean and Bonte were 'outsiders'—even though he always acted under the 'Cat Hole' name.

But, one knows himself.

He was only the new Cat Hole.

The old Cat Hole was still there.

To better integrate the old and new Cat Holes, he, Arthur, had to make some arrangements.

Otherwise, if the new Cat Hole and old Cat Hole fought, it would become a laughing stock for outsiders.

And now, this was the first step—

"They are loyal subordinates of mine; for some time to come, they will be with you."

Arthur introduced Sean and Bonte.

The two Cat Hole members, filled with anxiety, immediately straightened their backs.

Then, the two scrutinized the Young Lion.

They already knew the Young Lion's identity.

Now, they pondered Arthur's purpose in dispatching them.

To monitor, or to monitor?

Similarly, this was what the Young Lion thought, too.

The young man furrowed his brows; displeasure flashed across his face.

"Them?

Though they are skilled, they are insufficient."

The Young Lion stated solemnly.

The education he received led him to subtly remind Arthur, not to bluntly point it out.

But Arthur bluntly faced it.

"I'm having them monitor you so we can collaborate better."

Facing Arthur's cheeky words, the Young Lion was stunned.

He swore, even the most shameless person he knew was a gentleman compared to Arthur in front of him.

No!

Make that, three times a gentleman.

The Young Lion emphasized.

While Arthur looked at the shocked Young Lion, his smile remained.

He loved such 'bashful' partners.

If coupled with honesty…

It would be just perfect.

Unconsciously, Arthur took a deep breath.

"The way you look at me always makes me feel like some filthy politician.

Relax; we're friends.

We're having a friendly discussion, aren't we?"

Arthur said with a shrug.

"For you to say that proves you're far filthier than any politician I know—believe me, your shamelessness is unparalleled in my life."

The Young Lion lifted a hand to cover his face.

It wasn't embarrassment.

It was awkwardness.

Awkward for being tricked.

When he spoke those words moments ago, the Young Lion abruptly realized he had fallen into Arthur's rhythm once more.

Discussions that should be calm became uneasy, mingled with some indescribable irritation.

The Young Lion swore.

He resolved never to cooperate with Arthur again.

"Maybe it's just the Spirit Medium?"

Arthur said with a smile.

Then, the young Spirit Medium of South Los softly said—

"I will have you meet someone."

As he spoke, a figure gradually stepped out.

Seeing the emerging figure, the Young Lion jumped up in surprise, exclaiming—

"It's you!"