St. Joan of Arc Girls' College, Arthur was no stranger to it.
His aunt was 'studying' there—at least nominally, Marinda's 'friend' Anna had once written to inform Marinda that there was no lady nad Cassandra there at all.
As Marinda spoke of this, she kept scrutinizing Arthur suspiciously.
Clearly, the lady had misunderstood him sowhat.
Believing he was testing her fidelity.
In response, Arthur felt quite wronged and unjustly accused.
How was he supposed to know his aunt wasn't at St. Joan of Arc Girls' College!
Just like...
How was he supposed to know he was the only Muggle in the family?
They all promised to be ordinary people, but every single one of them kept him in the dark.
He wasn't so villain.
Nor was he soone unable to handle setbacks.
Even if, at the ti, he knew he was a Muggle, so what?
At worst, his heart might feel so jealousy, and then, quietly strive.
Ultimately, would it lead to disaster?
The whole family wiped out?
As Arthur thought about it, he chuckled guiltily.
How could that be?
He was soone content with ordinariness.
Arthur comforted himself with words he didn't truly believe—he was well aware of himself, he truly was content with ordinariness, but if his entire family were the sa, and he was the only exception, he wouldn't be able to bear it, even if he could accept it at the ti, it would eventually turn him into a person he extrely detested,
That's just human nature—
Grumbling not about scarcity but about inequality.
'Fortunately, such a thing will never happen!'
Arthur thought silently in his heart, his mouth continued speaking—
"Well done, everyone."
Arthur praised them.
He needed Inner Bay to be thrown into chaos.
Including St. Joan of Arc Girls' College.
After all, it was a gathering place for the daughters of the middle class and rchants.
It was destined to be a sacrifice in the upcoming 'turmoil.'
If he could stir them to rebellion, naturally, it would cause a complete reversal of the established outco, and the waters would beco even muddier.
Originally, he had planned for that Young Lion to step forward.
With their status, it would be easy to gain recognition.
And the 'prior arrangents' of Jimte and Kalal would naturally be even better.
Once the Young Lion stepped forward again, they could be even more poised.
Faced with Arthur's praise, Jimte and Kalal imdiately began explaining.
"Sir, this isn't our handiwork.
It's all thanks to your aunt, Cassandra Credos."
Jimte said imdiately.
Kalal beside him added.
"Not only did she gain control of the entire Academy long ago, she also established an organization called 'Shapeless,' whose mbers are far from simple.
Everything is permitted, everything is possible—it's truly incredible."
Arthur: ...
Arthur was genuinely stunned.
He could hear that Jimte and Kalal were sincerely praising her.
But it was precisely because of this that Arthur was stunned.
He never imagined his aunt would actually be at St. Joan of Arc Girls' College and even form her own power base.
Facing family news for the first ti, Arthur remained restrained.
"To think it turned out like this.
Did you et my Aunt Cassandra?"
"No,
The lady maintains her due mystery.
However, she left a Communication Crystal."
Jimte replied.
Arthur, without any hesitation, spoke with a tone of delight.
"I'll have soone retrieve this crystal.
Now, let's talk about the parade.
Does Aunt Cassandra have any arrangents?"
"There aren't any specific arrangents, but she uses the college students as a link to connect with their families, then uses 'Shapeless' as an aid to prepare for a city-wide parade to expose Lord Baro Hamlet's misdeeds."
Listening to Jimte's words, Arthur's lips curled into a smile.
The plan was really too good, full of loopholes.
Every aspect could potentially have a slip.
The simplest, the college students connecting with their families.
Would the adults at ho truly support their children?
Or in other words, would middle-class families with more than one child bet everything on one of their children?
Certainly, there are those who would.
But there are also certainly those who wouldn't.
What would these unwilling parents do?
Naturally, they would inform Lord Baro Hamlet!
By then, when the parade begins, they would encounter Lord Baro's army—an army composed of guards, soldiers, and secret police, completely able to block St. Joan of Arc Girls' College students at the Academy gate, even if so parents support them.
Even if the rchants have bodyguards,
The bodyguards' tasks aren't to oppose the army.
And at this ti, the supporting 'Shapeless' mbers would swarm forwards and carve a bloody path.
A bloody path.
Bloodshed.
Any struggle will have blood sacrifice.
And once the amount of blood sacrifice increases, Inner Bay's chaos would be inevitable.
'My dear aunt, do you also want Inner Bay to be chaotic?
Then... as your nephew, naturally, I must lend a hand.'
Arthur took a deep breath and continued asking.
"What ti?"
"et at nine fifty, start at ten."
Jimte reported accurately.
"Very well.
I will help when the ti cos.
If you can contact my aunt, please tell her—when she needs , I will be by her side."
With that, Arthur ended the call proactively.
Regarding what his aunt wanted to do, Arthur already had a faint guess.
'Shapeless!'
Everything is permitted, everything is possible!
Isn't this clear enough?
His aunt was very likely planning to assassinate Lord Baro Hamlet.
His aunt hoped to use the death of Lord Baro Hamlet to deter the people of Inner Bay.
This could be considered a non-solution solution.
He also believed that if his aunt was doing this, she must have a grasp on assassination.
However,
There are always ambitious people.
Lord Baro Hamlet stirred up the chaos in Inner Bay.
Yet when Lord Baro Hamlet dies, that's when chaos truly begins.
Those ambitious people would certainly jump out and make waves.
And that's exactly what Arthur was most pleased to see.
But Arthur didn't understand—
'As a mber of the Kledos Family, this principle, Aunt Cassandra should understand.
Then she...
Wait!
A dead Lord Baro Hamlet is worth nothing.
A living Lord Baro Hamlet is invaluable.
If he could capture him...'
Arthur's eyes narrowed, and his smile grew wider.
Then he took out another communication crystal.
He issued a command—
My fighters, proceed to St. Joan of Arc Girls' College, when the parade begins at ten, take down those obstructing the parade.
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