"This is not a battlefield you can join!"
Arthur frowned slightly, looking at the Holy Sword Knight Icarus, but in his heart, he sneered.
'Battlefield?
This is merely a world created by that esteemed individual for 'Death'.'
Then, Arthur smiled again.
"Please rest assured, leave this to me!"
After speaking, Arthur once again looked at 'Death'.
Waiting for 'Death's response.
"Good morning, you bastard's grandson."
'Death' said unceremoniously.
"If you say such things about my grandfather, I'll find it difficult to handle."
Arthur wore a wry smile, but thoughts kept flashing through his mind.
'Old Charlie?
He truly cannot be ignored.
This time his performance was even more unexpected.
Perhaps he can be promoted to Temporary Administrator?
Next time, when finding a similar handy person, we can have him set things up.'
'Death' gazed at Arthur.
