They all call me Great Master-Chapter 750 - 747: Red Knight VI

Lies, the reason they are believed, lies in their allure.

Just as when someone fulfills all your expectations, that person is either a god or a fraud.

And Arthur?

He was definitely not any kind of fraud.

Arthur was simply a Spirit Medium, nothing more.

After all, Arthur was all too aware of how to make a person...no, a 'Demigod' fit the bill.

Because the 'Lady of Sorrow' before him refused to accept her defeat.

People do not accept their failures, they subconsciously make excuses for themselves.

Divine Spirits are no different.

Even more so, Divine Spirits can be even more excessive.

After all—

They are gods!

Their arrogance is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The 'Lady of Sorrow' in front of him, even if just a former Demigod, was no different.

Arthur truly said nothing.

He simply got the ball rolling.

After that?

The 'Lady of Sorrow' stepped right into the trap.

The voice that rose from the Lead Box Coffin, from low and somber to frantic—

"That bastard, meddling again!

Was the lesson from the 'Seven Years' Battle' not enough?

She deserves to die a thousand deaths!"

The appearance of the two keywords, 'Seven Years' War' and 'she', made Arthur subconsciously think of a person.

Glast!

Or better said, Glast known as the 'Witch' Cleaver.

To Arthur, this lady was indeed unforgettable.

Not just for her multiple identities, but because she continued to contribute even after death—given her role as the 'essential nutrient' in Glast's and Ms. Anna's affairs, Arthur could never forget her.

Of course, Arthur also could not confirm whether the 'Lady of Sorrow' at this moment was talking about her.

So—

"Heh, are you trying to trick me?

I am a Spirit Medium.

You should tone down such little tricks a bit—you wouldn't know about her.

Of course, it might also be him.

Or it."

Arthur spoke with certainty, but it was exactly this excessive certainty that made his words seem somewhat different.

There was a flavor of...

a probing nature.

Almost instantly, the 'Lady of Sorrow' grasped this unusual sentiment.

From behind the Lead Box Coffin, she barely sensed Arthur's current state.

His facial expression had no issues.

His Spirituality also remained quite stable.

It seemed as if the earlier probing was just an illusion.

However, the 'Lady of Sorrow' would not think of it as an illusion.

Almost subconsciously, the lady began to ponder furiously.

Was Arthur's probe meant to confirm my relationship with that guy?

Why would he do that?

The two couldn't possibly have any connection, could they?

No, that's not right!

If there were no relationship between them, Arthur would not have acted that way.

What could their relationship be?

Unconsciously, the 'Lady of Sorrow' began to delve deeper into her thoughts, while her mouth rapidly fired questions—

"Do you think the name of the 'Witch' Cleaver isn't well-known?"

This question was both a delay tactic and a probe.

It was almost at this moment, the 'Lady of Sorrow' put all her effort into enveloping Arthur with her sensing.

As for Arthur noticing?

Impossible!

The 'Lady of Sorrow' was very firm on this point. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Her means at this moment had reached the level of a god.

Arthur was powerful, even surpassing the ordinary man's imagination, but he had not yet reached 'Their' level, and without attaining 'Their' level, he would not perceive these things.

But the 'Lady of Sorrow' would never comprehend what is meant by talent.

That very talent which brought calamity upon them, her, Them, it.

At the first moment, Arthur perceived this peeping.

The young Southern Lost Spirit Medium furrowed his brow in cooperation.

A shade of ...

Pain!

'Pain?'

The 'Lady of Sorrow' knew all too well the look of pain.

Though fleeting, the 'Lady of Sorrow' confirmed that Arthur was indeed in pain upon hearing the name 'Cleaver.'

Had Cleaver caused harm to the Southern Lost Spirit Medium?

Impossible!

This identity was merely for provoking war, just one among that person's many identities...

Wait a second!

Suddenly, the 'Lady of Sorrow' thought of another identity of that person: 'Gillgick'!

The knight who fled with an heir of the Golden Lion Family's bloodline in tow.

The knight who ensured the continuity of the bloodline for a member of the Golden Lion Family.

Of course, this was what the outside world knew.

Being one of the verbal loyalists who had once served that person, the 'Lady of Sorrow' knew far more, for instance, what that person was plotting back then.

That person's schemes were nothing short of fantastical.

But very tempting.

As a result, quite a few were drawn into it.

The outcome?

Naturally, it was a failure.

An utter failure, with not only the fruits of victory taken by others, but those involved dying or going mad.

Although that scheme failed.

Apparently, another scheme of that person seemed to have...

Succeeded!

Without any hesitation, the Lady of Sorrow uttered a name—

"Islan!"

Arthur's pupils contracted sharply.

This time, even without exerting all her power, the 'Lady of Sorrow' could sense the change in the Southern Lost Spirit Medium.

The accelerated heartbeat, the rapid breathing.

And...

The trembling of Spirituality!

All indicating the impact the name 'Islan' had on the young spirit medium.

And at that moment, the 'Lady of Sorrow' finally understood why the Southern Lost Spirit Medium had struck out at her.

Clearly, the Southern Lost Spirit Medium was looking for that bastard.

But she hit the wrong target by mistake.

No!

Not exactly the wrong target, rather, on the way to Inner Bay seeking answers, conveniently dealt with some nuisances.

Though saying this might wound the 'Lady of Sorrow's' pride a little, what did that matter compared to learning the secret of the Southern Lost Spirit Medium?

"Arthur Kredos, you actually possess the bloodline of the Golden Lion Family!"

"No!"

Arthur denied forcefully.

As he spoke, he stood up from his chair.

His reaction only made the 'Lady of Sorrow' laugh out loud.

"I never imagined that person would create a monster like you, and probably she didn't expect—her son Islan may have died in the Seven Years' Battle, but her granddaughter ended up in Southern Los, and even married your father.

It's really unexpected.

But more unexpected is you, Arthur Kredos!

I finally understand why you made such a big deal of going to Inner Bay!"

"Shut up!"

Arthur commanded.

But the 'Lady of Sorrow' simply could not stop; she even began to sing in a lamenting tone—

"You seek justice for your mother!

You want to reclaim everything that belongs to your mother in the most Open and Aboveboard way!

Am I right?"