The carriage outside went farther away, the heavy sound of hooves gradually became faint, until it disappeared into the cold, silent night. Along with it, Arthur's thoughts departed, as he awoke from his memories, lowered his head, and realized he had clenched and crumpled the black-and-white photograph.
That night, Anthony brought extremely important news; Lorenzo was unstable. Remembering the various behaviors during the previous battles, Arthur couldn't fathom him being such an Evil Anomaly, or perhaps the Demon Hunter was entirely unaware of his own madness.
Of course, Arthur wouldn't easily trust Anthony, after all, it's just Anthony's word. Even if there are documents, they could be forged; Arthur wouldn't directly suspect Lorenzo just like that.
Though Arthur was annoyed to death by this damned Demon Hunter, they were comrades-in-arms through life and death. Trust is the cornerstone that builds a group; upon parting from Anthony, Arthur didn't fully believe his words.
