The fragntary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm certainly didn't want to follow a madman, much less die for one.
If it were at all possible, Abel would have preferred to die a natural death.
It wanted to live!
Even living without dignity was acceptable!
Otherwise, it wouldn't cling to life, refusing to give up even when only a head remained!
And now, it was undoubtedly fighting for its right to keep living.
Without any concealnt, Abel inford Arthur about the madness of these so-called "demigods," emphasizing continuously that demigods had no chance of becoming true Divine Spirits—
"They cannot beco true Divine Spirits?"
"They cannot!"
Facing Arthur's query, Abel's response was rather straightforward.
However, the next mont, the fragntary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm showed so hesitation.
"It probably can't, can it?
Not true Divine Spirits, without igniting the true 'Divine Fire,' the 'Poison of Faith' will only destroy anyone daring enough to embrace the 'Power of Faith.'"
In its fragntary mory, there was no such existence.
But it could not guarantee that it hadn't forgotten sothing.
And facing Abel's hesitation, the Southern Lost Spirit dium responded with a smile on his face, a gentle voice echoing in his depths—
"Look at 'Mikhail.'"
"Ah?"
Abel looked baffled.
It was a good thing the fragntary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm didn't have arms; otherwise, it would certainly have scratched its head at this mont.
A fellow boxed up in a coffin—what was there to see?
However, the power of the contract made Abel unconsciously look toward that lead box coffin.
But still, he could discern nothing.
The bafflent of the fragntary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm intensified.
Feeling Abel's bafflent, Arthur voiced a reminder from his heart.
"Tell why both the Marquess of West Berlin and the Duke of the Inner Bay are 'chasing' this Lady of Sorrow?
Could it be...
Is it possible this lady has discovered a way to avoid the 'Poison of Faith'?"
Arthur's tone involuntarily stretched out.
The fragntary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm gaped.
Abel didn't know the Duke of the Inner Bay's purpose, but for the Marquess of West Berlin, it was for his daughter, as written in the contract.
It couldn't be falsified.
How did it change when it ca to his master?
"The 'Poison of Faith'?
Hey, the 'Poison of Faith'!"
Arthur's plans in his mind beca increasingly complete.
He was just worrying that the 'bait' wasn't sufficient when it was delivered to him.
Moreover, this 'bait' could make his actions seem more reasonable.
Spread his reputation, gain experience.
Sowhat like obtaining the 'Power of Faith.'
So, could he use the fact that 'Arthur Kredos obtained a way from the Lady of Sorrow to avoid the 'Poison of Faith' to cover up his greatest secret?
As his strength increased and he gradually encountered so formidable characters in South County, Arthur always wanted to hide... no, to provide a more 'logical explanation' for his strength.
Previously, the bloodline explanation had been sufficient.
However, after ascending a step, the bloodline could only fool so people.
The rest were bound to overthink it.
Instead of letting these fellows wildly speculate and co closer to a possible real answer,
it's better to give them a correct answer.
anwhile, hook all these fellows and 'trade' with them.
The way to avoid the 'Poison of Faith' exists!
But it requires specific conditions!
For example: killing a demigod who devours the 'Power of Faith,' like he did.
He, Arthur Kredos, did just that and then directly converted the people of the Pain Church to start believing in himself.
After that, his strength soared!
All of these are facts!
Indisputable!
As for your failures?
Perhaps you lack the Kledos family's bloodline!
But by that ti, whether they are exploding or mad... no, all the exploding fellows, why would they co looking for him?
As a young, upright, naïve, and kind spirit dium, it was essential for him to make those madn harmlessly disappear from the lands of South County.
Otherwise, a powerful madman was far too terrifying.
And by the ti the individuals in South County who are entitled to draw upon the 'Power of Faith' have been hard by the 'Poison of Faith', he will likely be safe.
Of course, this plan was far more dangerous than the smaller ones that had preceded it.
Extra caution was necessary!
At least—
'I must wait until I have shown a sudden surge in strength and am 'asked' about it before I can confess!'
Arthur thought to himself as he continued to question Abel.
'Does the insect form have a special aning?'
'Ah?'
The fragntary Blood Ancestor Worm scratched its head again, despite having no hands.
Facing Abel, who did not understand the aning of his words, Arthur explained.
'Mikhail beca the 'Lady of Sorrow,' and she transford into a creature like a worm.
And you, my servant, also resemble an insect.
Is there a connection here?'
'I do not know, my master.
In my fragnted mory, there is no relevant mory.
It might be related?
Or perhaps it is just a coincidence?
My spirituality has not provided with an answer!'
Abel shook his head.
A coincidence?
Arthur sighed deeply; as a Spirit dium, he did not believe in coincidences.
He believed there was definitely sothing significant in this.
Especially the scene of the fragntary Blood Ancestor Worm devouring 'Lady of Sorrow' to heal itself made Arthur think of even more possibilities—
Raising gu!
This was Arthur's first reaction!
Almost subconsciously, Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly.
His spirituality did not stir.
His Death Intuition did not flash.
Everything was normal.
It was as if Arthur was overthinking everything.
Yet Arthur told himself that he was overthinking, and the young Southern Lost Spirit dium asked Abel again.
'Can you fully recover by eating her?'
'Yes!'
Facing Arthur's question, Abel responded with full confidence.
'How is the digestion going now?'
'I can swallow her at any mont!'
Abel continued to answer.
'Very good, then you wait.'
'Ah?'
The ready-to-feast fragntary Blood Ancestor Worm nearly leapt out of the 'Blood of Doting' to demand whether Arthur was playing with it.
To this, Arthur was quite frank.
'Yes, just as you thought.
But…
Don't you want to diversify your nu a bit?
Is full recovery truly your only wish?
Don't you want to advance further?'
Arthur asked Abel with a smile.
'Yes!'
Without hesitation, Abel responded decisively.
Who wouldn't want to beco stronger?
Once one has tasted power, they never want to be weak again.
Especially soone who was once incredibly powerful but beca weak due to an accident and had to barely survive; this internal craving becos tangible.
Arthur knew all this.
So, before Abel could answer, the young Southern Lost Spirit dium brought out so contracts.
'Here, sign these.'
The contracts were not many, just fifteen.
They were supplentary to the previous twenty-seven contracts, covering various aspects.
If the previous twenty-seven contracts made Abel Arthur's slave, signing these fifteen would make Abel's descendants Arthur's slaves as well.
But Abel did not refuse.
The fragntary Blood Ancestor Worm, understanding its master's plan, imdiately signed its na.
anwhile, Arthur had already headed towards the kitchen—
Dinner, he had an appointnt.
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