Arthur softly muttered the invisible fear.
"The Pseudo Holy Grail is corrupting those around you, using you as the source point."
In an instant, it seemed as if countless invisible hands grasped Lorenzo, restraining his limbs, choking his throat. The New Order had planned all this long ago, and now all the conspiracies overlapped, creating the current situation.
Saying what? The New Order's words aren't credible? Lorenzo himself felt such defenses were weak and futile. Meanwhile, Anthony continued his pursuit, that grotesque scar slowly twisting with the writhing of muscles, as if a living centipede.
Anthony smiled at Lorenzo, uttering devil-like words.
"Isn't this enough proof? Or do you want to see more 'evidence'?"
Evidence...
It was a feeling of helplessness, self-reproach, and anger.
With gray-blue eyes, Lorenzo locked Anthony's visage within those abyss-like pupils. Lorenzo was very clear about Anthony's words; it was both a threat and a provocation.
