"Great God Child..."
Jupiter III bowed and explained the recent tense situation in detail. He concluded, "For the glorious victory of our great Lord, please bear with it for a while..."
"You are... Arthur IX? I remember the taste of your father..."
The 'Son of the Dawn' seemed to recall Arthur IX's identity only then, and he apologetically smiled slightly, his eyes as clear as those of a naive child: "You've chosen a good time. What do you want me to do?"
Curiosity filled his eyes, like a child preparing to play house.
Indeed, perhaps in the eyes of this mythical creature, the intricate manipulations of ordinary people are nothing more than an interesting little game.
Arthur IX took a deep breath: "Great Godson, our Sodoma clan wants to sign a contract with you... Please, please do not harm us!"
"No!"
The 'Son of the Dawn' shook his finger.
