Arthur gazed upon the corpse of Lisop.
This lord had died with his eyes wide open, a look of rage upon his face.
Anyone who saw the lord's body could feel that sense of unwillingness and anger.
Although Arthur would not have allowed this lord to live, he did not know that the lord would die so coincidentally, so... dramatically?
Contemplating the scene before him, Arthur made his assessment.
Then, the young 'Spirit Medium' turned his gaze toward Little Lisop.
At that moment, Little Lisop was not in a good state—
"Did I kill my father?
Did I kill my father again?
Why do I say again?
It was Little Lisop who killed him, not me!
Then who am I?
It's fake, all that just now was fake!
It's real, all that just now was real!
How could I possibly not distinguish?
I can't distinguish ahhh!"
Little Lisop held his head and screamed madly.
One-time destruction is not fearful.
What's terrifying is repeated destruction.
