The key to success…
The statement sounded unreal. Arthur grasped the material, tightening his grip. Now, using his own mana, he had shaped the orb into something perfect. It did not have any uneven edges, and was entirely black…
Without any striations or streaks.
A smirk appeared on Arthur's face, which turned towards Isabella. The latter winced at the former's gaze, continuing to stare intently at the ground. At that point, any resistance was futile, as her life was in Arthur's hands.
Not only was she without strength, but Arthur also had her weakness clutched between his fingers.
"Thank you for helping me, even if you were preparing a feast," Arthur's words resounded in her ears, causing her eyes to widen. Her gaze contained intense emotions, which were a combination of anxiety, fear, and most of all…
Regret.
