Understanding that he was at Arthur's mercy, his will to survive outdid his pride and he blinked in response."Good boy, now let's see what you know." Arthur stated, bringing out a document from a yellow file beside him.The pattern went on for a while; Arthur would ask a question about the attack, his uncle and the location of evidence surrounding the two, and whenever Loid grew reluctant to answer, Arthur would remind him about what position he was in and how easily he could send him into the afterlife.For a good number of people, just those actions wouldn't be enough to motivate them to speak, but the paralysis coupled with the suffocating air from being around Arthur, Loid had no choice but to answer every question as truthfully as possible.After confirming his suspicions and gaining new information, Arthur rose, opening a black pouch attached to his belt and pulling out a syringe. Loid watched him extremely frightened as he tapped the syringe gently then moved to inject him.
Contemplating between hanging up the call or not, Arthur decided to remain, just in case he would be able to extract anything useful.As if on cue, the system window once again popped up to notify him of his original mission so as to help Arthur understand that the call he was on was related to it.Glancing at the system window that read; [Destroy the culprit, “Loid” and his sponsor,] he sighed tiredly."My apologies sir," Arthur replied impassively, continuing, "so how can we be of help to you?""I don't need to speak to any lackeys, connect me to your boss." Arthur paused, assuming that the man had some valuable information, hence his insistence on speaking to the head of the mercenary group directly.It further confirmed what the system's sudden notification had already hinted at.Pushing forward curiously after clicking a button on the phone to record, Arthur replied, "Unless you would prefer to wait till my boss returns, I would advise you to leave your message with me now.""Wh
There was no one in the hall who didn't turn to the door which opened suddenly. The occupants also shared confused expressions at the suited masked man who walked in, their eyes widening at the entourage that followed.The man with the white mask with a red rose at the side looked around the hall, his gaze resting on the head of the auction hall before he resumed walking."Just who the hell do you think you are?!!" The man yelled, igniting a feeling of annoyance in the minds of a few of his peers.Ignoring his rant, the masked man signaled a staff member and handed her a flash drive, gesturing to the projector that stood on the stage.Growing frustrated at his nonchalance, the man yelled once more, "Security!! What the heck am I paying you all for?! Toss these men out of the building this instant!" A few of his colleagues shouted in support of his order.Sharing a nervous look with themselves, the security personnel moved towards the masked man and his men. Raising his gloved palm, t
Wellesley bit his lips in frustration, remaining silent. He averted his gaze for reasons unknown to the middle aged man.But he wasn't fazed as he continued right after, "First you practically defrauded our clients?? Do you know how much of a scandal that could cause if it was leaked to the press?! And yet you dare call yourself an owner?"Turning to Arthur , the man took on a more business like tone, approaching him cautiously while eyeing the armed suited men who surrounded him."As a client of ours, if I'm not mistaken, that must mean you are an enthusiast of the arts?""That isn't wrong." Arthur replied, his tone hinting at interest of the sorts.Clearing his throat, the middle aged man continued, "Then I'd like to offer you a few of our finest pieces alongside some of Mr Wellesley's shares."Wellesley attempted to protest, but the firm grip on his shoulder instantly replaced all his thoughts with pain. Without sparing the groaning Wellesley a glance, Arthur replied to the man,
After checking in on Arthur and helping to choose an outfit for the occasion, Luna saw him off, only returning after his car had left the compound. She returned to the office, her eyes widening at the wrapped box on the desk. Facepalming with a sigh at the fact that he had forgotten to place the gift in his car, Luna moved to the phone, dialing his private number to alert him as soon as possible.Tapping his steering wheel, Arthur glanced about, his eyes flitting back to the red light that hindered him and several cars from moving.His car's speaker alerted Arthur of a call and he tapped the screen to pick the call, returning his gaze to the road."I'm really sorry about that Arthur, I forgot to place the gift in the car."Glancing at the back seat, he replied casually, "No wonder I felt something was missing. It's no problem, you don't need to apologize, I'll get something along the way.""But sometimes I wonder why even you can be so careless at times." Luna stated, her familial a
But even then, the act at some occasions seemed to annoy Arthur, so he wasted no time putting them down should they stand in his path.The war god showed no mercy to anyone deemed an enemy and that was a fact that was not going to change.The man spun and pulled out the gun, shocked that Arthur was already before him, his left gloved hand firmly holding his attackers right, rendering him unable to move.The man's shock changed to anger and he attempted to headbutt Arthur; but in one swift movement, his face was planted on the ground, and the gun was wrenched free from his hand, a crack cueing his muffled scream.He couldn't have ever believed that out in the world there would be a man capable of such movements while still being human.The man had heard about the war god, anyone who stepped into the military field did as he was a legend. But he simply wrote it off as a myth or some ploy by the Emperor to motivate his soldiers to fight harder for his cause.But after seeing what Arthur
Upon getting there, commissioner Geston noticed that Isabella was being confronted by a familiar man. Instinctively glancing back to note Arthur's presence, he rushed forward holding Isabella tightly in his arms."What's the meaning of this?!" He asked in a tone that although was calm, still conveyed the anger he felt.Arthur watched the interactions take place, his eyes widening slightly in recognition of the man who was the center of attention.Exhaling tiredly and stepping forward, he said, "It seems you didn't learn your lesson from last time. What are you doing here?"The man who turned out to be the one who challenged Arthur to an antique inspecting contest frowned in annoyance upon recognising Arthur."The name is Mark and I'm simply here to take what's mine. My father and the commissioner had an agreement so you have no right to interfere." The man stated, shaking his fists angrily at the Gestons.Looking back at them for confirmation and noticing that the commissioner averted
Many were surprised; from the bold threat to the declaration that followed right after, but the only person in the party that had the most understanding of the situation was Isabella.After all, though she didn't know how the man named Saul was able to get a hold of her younger brother's information, but the Arthur she knew who had handled an entire truck of mercenaries and according to rumors dealt with the people who put a kill order on him, wouldn't back down from a challenge.Especially if that challenge appeared to be directed at him.Glancing back at the silent commissioner, Arthur started, "Commissioner.""Hm?""There's no need for trash at a hearty event such as this. I propose you have them thrown out before they fill the place with their stink." Arthur suggested, the previous iciness in his tone replaced instead with a business-like voice."I agree, father." Isabella stepped forward, meeting Arthur's gaze with a look of gratitude."Very well then. Guards, throw them out." Co