They all call me Great Master-Chapter 476 - 473: The Bird Spreads Its Wings in the North Wind!

After Glast appeared, Arthur's "Death Intuition" kept flashing.

The speed wasn't fast.

But it was continuous.

This flashing reminded Arthur that the woman in front of him was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

For someone who always hides in the background, you never know what kind of ace they might have up their sleeve, or rather, how many aces they might create for themselves for the sake of safety.

Regarding such people, Arthur was all too familiar.

Because—

he was that kind of person himself.

So, when this lady proposed a duel under the witness of an "Imperial Pact," Arthur knew that she knew more about him than he had thought.

Otherwise, she would never have proposed such a duel.

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She must have glimpsed the "truth" about his swordsmanship.

Was it that insane beggar?

Or some unconscious gestures during the Swordsmanship Competition?

Arthur couldn't be sure.

However, there was one thing Arthur was quite certain of.

The world was big enough for one person like him.

Any more?

That would be impolite.

And it would make living too tiresome for him.

Thus, Glast had to die.

Because he wasn't ready to die yet.

Watching Arthur yawn and rub the tears from the corner of his eyes, Glast standing opposite him couldn't help but show an interested glint in her eyes.

"Is it the influence of bloodline?

Or the influence of some secret technique?

The 'Imperial Pact' really isn't about isolating or purging oneself from bloodline or secret techniques!

Alas."

Having said this, the lady sighed.

Then, without waiting for Arthur to speak, the lady continued,

"Although I had guessed it before, I'm still somewhat disappointed to see the results—Arthur, do you know?

This 'Imperial Pact' cost me a great deal of money to obtain.

I was always looking forward to what occasion it would turn up in.

I never expected it to be now."

Yet again, the lady looked at Arthur.

Her light green eyes showed a burning intensity.

The lady's words continued,

"Of course, that's not a bad thing, it's just a prop, and it was used at the right time.

I think it appearing in our first encounter is not bad at all.

What do you think, Arthur?"

"Hmm."

What could Arthur say facing such a crazed woman?

The young, kind, upright, and innocent 'Spirit Medium' could only nod his head.

However, the lady opposite misunderstood Arthur's gesture.

Or perhaps…

She had always been immersed in her own world.

The lady held her hands to her chest, looking at Arthur expectantly,

"Then, can you accept my proposal?

If you cannot accept 'Distortion's' child,

I can also bear one for you."

As she spoke, her face blushed,

Her bashful demeanor added a layer of allure, but Arthur remained unmoved because he knew full well not to trust a single punctuation mark in a crazed woman's words.

Yet, Arthur spoke up,

"You are so fixated on a child, yet you don't love this child.

You merely see him as a tool.

You need a tool that is bound by the name 'mother,' obedient and powerful.

Given how carefully you hide in the background, you must have gotten into some trouble, right?

Did you steal the 'Pale Hand's' secret technique?

Or the 'Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association's' secret technique?

Or maybe both were stolen by you?

Of course, with your looks, it wouldn't be difficult to steal these secret techniques, you might even steal more.

But...

You've made a mess of things."

Arthur's words were still laced with a hint of tact.

But the opposite Glast couldn't take it anymore.

Because it struck a nerve.

Initially, and for quite a long time after that, Glast relied on her beauty to gain advantages, just as Arthur had said.

For Glast, not using such beauty would have been a waste of heaven's gifts.

However, as her power increased, Glast's mindset changed.

She became 'proud of her honor'!

And she would not allow others to mention her past.

For this reason, she even changed her name.

In the entire South County, few people knew her true past, only that she was Glast of the 'Pale Hand.'

More than that?

It was concealed by her.

This lady thought she was doing well, but she didn't expect to be directly exposed by Arthur.

Immediately, the lady narrowed her eyes.

A hint of danger appeared in her pale green eyes.

"Arthur, even if it's you, you've said things that shouldn't be said.

I've decided to starve you for seven days and nights before soaking you in my dung pit.

I want you to taste my flavor," she said.

As she spoke, the lady even stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.

Disgust rose from the depths of Arthur's heart.

"Your taste is truly repulsive to me, but your living condition is really poor—the dung pit is only found in the latrines of commoners.

I thought at least you would pretend to be middle-class.

Let me guess, your current identity isn't that of a prostitute from Old Town, is it?"

You disgust me, so I'll disgust you.

With such a simple thought, Arthur's words were merciless.

However, Glast across him clearly misunderstood.

"Trying to anger me?

I admit, Arthur, you almost succeeded just now.

But only almost.

Now, I have calmed down—I've shown you too much favor, letting you become arrogant. Now, I will take back that favor,"

she said, her flirtatious demeanor fading away.

All that remained was a chilling coldness.

And her voice was like a bone-chilling wind.

"Arthur, your extraordinary talent and your astonishing bloodline, when combined, have made you an object of admiration.

But you've also developed a flaw common to all geniuses.

You are arrogant!

Your pride is etched into your very bones!

You think your talent and bloodline are invincible.

You believe the secret techniques of the Kledos family are unbeatable.

Thus, you merely glance over other secret techniques and swordsmanship.

Even now, you fail to grasp the seriousness of the situation,"

she said and flung a longsword from her sleeve.

This longsword was a rapier with an intricate guard and a slender blade, embodying the rich style of North County's Swift Sword.

"Regarding the Griffin Knight Order of North County, you must have heard of them, but Arthur, have you heard of the 'North Wind Swordsmen'?

Feel the harshness of the north wind!"

The lady's words had barely left her mouth when Marinda, the Female Swordmaster's face drastically changed.

The North Wind Swordsmen, a noble military group active at the end of the Holy Era in North County.

Each one was a warrior selected from thousands, and each possessed 'Talent.'

Every member of the 'North Wind Swordsmen' could take on a hundred foes.

Thus, although they numbered only thirty, they were considered the strongest at the time.

Until the 'black' plague broke out.

The 'North Wind Swordsmen' suffered heavy casualties.

The survivors were nearly wiped out in a clash with The Holy Court's elite 'Combat Nun Squadron.'

It was rumored that the 'North Wind Swordsmen' left a reserve force that carried on the 'North Wind Sword Technique,' 'Polar Ritual,' and 'Aurora Arcanum.'

But it was all rumors.

Following the demise of the 'North Wind Swordsmen,' no one had seen these reserves.

However, no one could deny the strength of the 'North Wind Swordsmen.'

Glast's mastering of the 'North Wind Sword Technique,' unknown to Marinda, the Female Swordmaster, tilted the scales of the duel immensely.

"Arthur, be careful!"

The Female Swordmaster couldn't help but shout.

Marinda didn't speak, but her knuckles, clutching her pipe, had started to turn white.

Only Arthur remained indifferent.

The young 'Spirit Medium,' feeling the cold wind hit his face, merely asked softly—

"Have you heard the cry of a bird?"