Clad in pure white, representing the "Death" cloak, Morielk's gaze towards Arthur was indifferent.
It could even be said to be dismissive.
As the bass of the "Death Poetry Society. Thirty Choir," Morielk had this privilege.
The regular members of the "Death Poetry Society. Thirty Choir" were already the elite of the "Death Poetry Society," not to mention the "Death Bass. Male."
As one of the Four Sounds, Morielk's status within the "Death Poetry Society. Thirty Choir" was only below that of the Right Pastor and the Left Cantor.
He was genuinely an Arcana Level powerhouse.
If not for that spy's excessively special status, a powerhouse of this level would not care about anything minor.
Even South Los was no exception.
Their focus was always on more core matters.
Such as...
Inner Bay!
Compared to the not yet strong enough Mother Tigress, the gradually declining but still formidable Old Lion was their target.
