They all call me Great Master-Chapter 751 - 748: Red Knights VII

An inquiry was made, which did not garner a response.

To this, the 'Lady of Sorrow' felt no surprise.

The more silent the Southern Lost Spirit Medium, the more it proved her guess was correct.

At the same time, this lady had fully understood why she had failed.

It was because—

Arthur knew her too well!

Knowing him as she did, distortions had inevitably altered his memories, and in order to make himself function more normally, it was natural to document everything.

In which, she, once a client served, was of utmost importance.

So, Arthur understood her.

So, Arthur managed to defeat her.

But the diary had to be chaotic, some crucial parts missing.

Hence, even after Arthur cultivated that strange worm capable of causing her real harm, she was still alive; he hadn't fed her the worm.

Even, the appearance of that worm, devouring part of her body in front of her eyes, was to intimidate her.

It wanted her…

To reveal the truth about the past!

'So that's how it is!'

Upon comprehending the whole scenario, the 'Lady of Sorrow' fully relaxed.

She knew she wouldn't die.

Moreover, it seemed she could gain even greater benefits.

Right then, this once Demigod laughed—

"How about we make a deal!

Free me, and I'll tell you the truth about the past, what do you say?

You wouldn't want to leave your mother's fate unclear, would you?"

Arthur did not respond.

He, turned and walked away.

At that moment, the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium seemed to have made some resolve, no longer sparing 'The Lady of Sorrow' another glance.

Even, the earlier bargaining chip 'Seed' wasn't mentioned.

But that didn't matter anymore!

What mattered was, she held the absolute advantage!

This time, she would not lose!

Reminded of this, the 'Lady of Sorrow' hesitated no longer; she produced a Seed.

Of course, this Seed was not intended for Arthur.

But rather—

To gain more for herself!

The Seed glittered, its power penetrating the Lead Box Coffin.

Though it couldn't truly affect the Lead Box Coffin, it was enough to serve as a link.

Simultaneously, a layer of silence filled Barriers enveloped inside the Lead Box Coffin.

This time, the lady once again contacted that old lion.

However, unlike the frantic demeanor before.

This time, the 'Lady of Sorrow' held all the cards—

"Good morning, Lord Hamlet."

"Hmm?"

Faced with such a calm greeting, the Old Lion of Inner Bay was somewhat baffled.

In the understanding of this Old Lion, the 'Lady of Sorrow' was anything but mild-tempered.

Her entire body suffused with Distortion, her soul ever in search of pain, how could she be good-tempered?

Flaying for pleasure, in the 'Pain Church' was beyond just talk.

"Good morning, Mikhail.

I thought our next communication would be many years later.

Perhaps at one of our funerals."

The Old Lion candidly expressed previous discontents.

After all, just a few hours had passed; such incidents couldn't be easily forgotten.

"If possible, I would have indeed wished to be at your funeral, but obviously— a delightful twist has broken this stalemate."

The 'Lady of Sorrow' began her verbal counter-strike.

Though, to her, such counters were mild; she much preferred extracting an opponent's heart.

But before that could happen, she didn't mind collecting some interest—

"Remember Islan?

You couldn't possibly forget your eldest son, could you?

Though nominally, he should have been Dorn Hamlet's child, your appearance shattered their original romance… that's right, according to your humans' way of putting it, it was after the girl engaged to Dorn Hamlet that she met the man she truly loved.

And you?

Thought you had found true love as well.

You met in secret, you roamed the streets of Inner Bay, and ultimately, as young as you were, you couldn't resist the temptation and you tasted the forbidden fruit.

The person you loved had your child.

You were excited, you were fearful, and you were at a loss.

You wanted that child, yet you didn't want to lose your status in the Golden Lion Family. You became indecisive, you hesitated.

Fortunately, your twin brother, Dorn, made the decision for you.

He killed that unfaithful woman.

However, the child was taken away.

The knight 'Gillgick' who acted on his behalf, after killing that girl, found himself at a loss with the suddenly premature child.

The knight's creed prevented him from harming an infant.

Yet, he was under orders from Dorn.

He too found himself caught in a dilemma at that moment.

In the end, he chose to leave with the premature infant and named him Islan.

The two hid in a secluded village. Islan never knew that his teacher was the man who killed his mother, and similarly, the knight Gillgick grew increasingly guilt-ridden.

The daily torment led this fairly strong knight to an early death.

And you?

My dear Old Lion, back then, you were overjoyed, thinking the excuse of 'wife and child' began to widely plan, and finally, when the Seven Years' War broke out, you completed your revenge, you killed your brother, that brother whose Talent far exceeded yours—Dorn Hamlet!

Only...

Did you know that your young son,

No!

More precisely, your adolescent son also died on the battlefield?

And...

Did you know he too had tasted forbidden fruit early with a girl from the same village and had a daughter?"

This 'Lady of Sorrow,' it seemed, was narrating a story.

Meanwhile, the Old Lion's breathing became rapid.

And this was exactly what the 'Lady of Sorrow' wanted.

She concealed the key point about Glast.

She was just narrating in her own way.

But it was enough!

She had provoked the Old Lion.

"What do you want to do?"

The Old Lion asked in a deep voice.

"Did you know that your granddaughter also has a son?

Did you know your granddaughter's son feels indignant about the injustice his mother faces?

Did you know what your granddaughter's son is planning to do?

You know nothing!

You only know to continue doing those disgraceful things in your palace!"

Upon these words, the 'Lady of Sorrow's voice abruptly stopped.

She voluntarily disconnected the communication.

She knew the Old Lion had taken the bait.

What next?

Just wait.

This time, she was sure to win!

Arthur stepped out of the cabin and along the terrace, he moved to the viewing platform that belonged only to him, watched the flowing river, and then brought his hands back to gather his shoulder-length hair, a mysterious smile formed on his face.

'He finally fell for it!'

A sigh from within, filled with Arthur's gratitude for the 'Lady of Sorrow.'

Right now, their opponent must be eagerly contacting the Old Lion of Inner Bay, right?

Such a contact was just perfect for Arthur.

It not only solidified his identity but also truly signaled his first strike into Inner Bay.

Of course, it was not enough yet.

He needed to wait a bit longer.

On this, Arthur showed great patience and benevolence.

After all—

The victor was definitely going to be him.

However, that was a matter for later.

Now?

Arthur looked at the text before him, his lips curling up.