Arthur kept silent as he listened through all this. He stood with his hands loose at his sides, his posture relaxed despite the weight of the moment.
He did not shift his footing or break his gaze away from the four of them. As far as he was concerned, the whole inheritance was already his.
Although he didn't have much expectation initially, he found himself watching the four of them more closely now. His eyes moved slowly between each beast, weighing what he saw against what he already knew.
But now, seeing the figures before him and suddenly recalling some ancient texts, he had a hint of anticipation toward this inheritance.
He kept his face neutral even as the thought passed through him. His jaw stayed loose, his expression unreadable to anyone watching him from outside.
It might just bring an unexpected surprise.
Seeing that Arthur hadn't said anything, the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast Spirit continued to speak. Its head tilted slightly toward him as it went on.
