They all call me Great Master

Buzz!

Below the fountain, the water in the pool began to shake violently.

Mrs. Smith's image turned into layer upon layer of ripples, making the whole figure crinkle and blur.

Undoubtedly, Mrs. Smith was angry.

One could even say, incredibly angry.

But the angrier she was, the more comforted Arthur felt.

Because—

he had found the key point.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith loved each other, but in such love, neither knew the other's past experiences.

In response, Arthur had no desire to get involved.

This was a matter between the couple.

And he?

Just an ordinary person using the name of a spirit medium to display the charm of language.

Like how a real brother and a real brother.

Seem alike.

But have completely different meanings.

After all, one is a noun, the other a verb.

Of course, Arthur's words had yet to reach that level of masterful skill.

Not that Arthur couldn't say it.

It's that Kiri couldn't express it.

Remember, Kiri is just a dog.

He can't speak.

But Kiri had his own temper, and faced with the angry Mrs. Smith, Kiri jumped onto the fountain and lifted a leg.

Before the stream could disperse, he heard—

"Wait!"

Mrs. Smith exclaimed loudly.

Arthur smoothly stopped Kiri.

Kiri, of course, obeyed Arthur's command, but in his gaze at Mrs. Smith in the pool, there was a unique disdain.

It was both contempt and scorn.

The dog food bags of the husky revealed a meaning of 'you aren't even worthy to handle my dog pee, what are you.'

Mrs. Smith was about to go mad.

She could guarantee if she were still her former self, she would have skinned this Death Hound.

She had witnessed Death Hounds more than once.

She was well aware of the difficulty of dealing with these creatures.

During the 'Seven Years' War,' these hounds were the best scouts, and even better sentinels.

However, none of that mattered.

What mattered was, the Death Hound before her, clearly very low level, had an arrogance even High Order Death Hounds lacked.

Especially in the attitude displayed toward her, once the 'Stream, God of Spring Water'...

'Indeed, 'Death' never left.

That bastard must be hiding in the shadows, quietly observing everything.

Then, mastering everything!

Just like during... the 'Seven Years' War!'

Mrs. Smith thought of her experiences during the 'Seven Years' War' and the different atmosphere in Inner Bay, instantly regretting.

Why come to Inner Bay?

Should have gone to South Los.

If that's not feasible, Sidon Fortress was a good choice too.

'Dammit, why did I choose Inner Bay...?

Wait!'

Suddenly, Mrs. Smith thought of something.

Immediately, this lady fixed her sharp gaze on the 'Kiri' in front of her.

Under such a piercing gaze, Kiri showed no discomfort.

He raised his hind paw and scratched his ear, then tilted his head and stuck out his tongue.

But at that moment, Mrs. Smith didn't care about any of that.

She took a deep breath—

"Everyone knows you are the victor of that war, but many know that because of that spoiler, you didn't achieve your goal.

So, you started your planning again from that moment.

Even me hearing about the 'Inner Bay Swordsmanship Competition' must have been arranged by you, the guest who first mentioned it... no!

The other party couldn't possibly be yours.

You aren't that foolish.

You would arrange it so that I hear it as you planned, making the party also unintentionally hear about it, which fits your silent arrangement style."

Hearing her words, Arthur narrowed his eyes.

Spoiler?

Yet another unexpected gain!

'Death didn't fully succeed.

That's really great!'

To this, the young spirit medium showed delight.

For only a non-successful 'Death' will return.

It fits everything he's currently showing.

Instructing Kiri, he lifted the dog's paw again—

I need you to do something.

Mrs. Smith snorted coldly, displaying her dissatisfaction, but no words of objection.

When she chose to actively contact him, she knew she would be used by this bastard again.

But,

What else could she do?

Just like the bastard said, she was no longer alone, she had a husband.

Her husband was her weakness.

If not for Smith, upon seeing this bastard, she would risk downfall, enduring the consequences of doom, to take him down.

Even if she couldn't defeat him, she'd make sure he wouldn't have a good time.

But with Smith, she just hoped the bastard wouldn't notice her and her husband.

Observing the lady's expression through Kiri's vision, Arthur nodded in satisfaction.

The other party loved her husband far more than he imagined.

Of course, Mr. Smith was the same.

Love is mutual striving.

If one stays still and the other charges forward, that's not love, that's doing.

While love can be about doing, humans aren't made of iron; everyone has times they're tired, and when you're tired, the feeling between hearing 'three seconds is impressive' and 'are you okay, maybe you should take medicine' is entirely different, especially when you've taken medicine and still hear it.

Sorrow will always flow upstream, won't it?

About these things, Arthur knew nothing.

While he and the fatso were barbequing skewers, he inadvertently overheard an elderly brother with white hair complaining to another bald brother.

That elder brother was indignantly yelling.

'I even added extra time, what else does she want?'

Arthur clearly remembered the aggrieved, dissatisfied look on the elder brother's face.

Just like Mrs. Smith in front of him.

Similarly aggrieved and dissatisfied.

However, Arthur would never be like the fatso whose gossiping heart overflowed, openly straining his ears listening.

He?

Would offer a skewer of grilled kidney, giving it to the elder brother.

Then, pour a drink for the brother, listening carefully.

He focused more on details.

Just like this time, before instructing Kiri to raise a paw, he let Kiri display a fitting disdain—

Still three tasks!

As a couple, you do three, and I do three.

Fair and reasonable.

No!

Should be called equal opponents, true couples.

Mrs. Smith reacted swiftly.

As Kiri raised his paw, three paw tips appeared, she guessed what it meant.

"Three tasks?

Fine!

But it can't breach my bottom line!"

Compared to Mr. Smith, Mrs. Smith did not haggle.

However, regarding the bottom line, they were alike.

Truly worthy of being a couple.

Arthur instructed Kiri to nod his doghead, then started arranging the first task—

Fully inform the 'Blood Descendants' of 'that matter.'