"Did you kill him?"
Arthur nodded, speaking with a hint of threat.
"This is no longer an era governed by sword and shield; steel and fire are the new rulers."
Ingwig's industrial fires burned fiercely, and in that torrent, Lawrence was powerless to resist.
Anthony fixed his gaze on Arthur's eyes, hoping to find some flaw within them. The atmosphere turned stiff, the carriage raced through the streets of Old Dunling, clearing away the mist it stirred up.
"No... You couldn't have done it alone. A monster like Lawrence, he's lived so long, the longer a Demon Hunter lives, the stronger he becomes..."
After a brief shock, Anthony regained his composure and spoke quietly.
"What do you mean? Aging?" Arthur clearly did not understand his words.
