53 Resolution of a Loving Assassin

Arthur's eyes shine with admiration as he listens to Alicia's words, another icy dagger in Draven's ego. But Arthur couldn't care less about his father's opinion now; he just nods to his aunt before returning his cold gaze to the young Master.

"No, no, please!!" The young Master keeps begging, his face a mess of despair as a stinky liquid runs down his pants.

That scene makes Alicia shake her head. "It's always like this: these pathetic nobles go around bullying the weaker ones until they meet someone stronger, and then they start begging pitifully... just finish him off, Arthur."

Arthur twirls his sword skillfully as he approaches the young Master, still trapped by Aria's magic. But Draven can't help but complain. "You don't need to do this, Arthur; look at him, he's just a scared boy... you've already proven to be stronger, now you can choose to be like him or teach him how to be better. You can influence all his future generations to-"