They all call me Great Master

Arthur was taken aback, looking up at Potterman across from him, his eyes filled with surprise.

And Potterman?

The Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society flashed a hint of guilt across his face—

'The Kledos Family's attitude towards us is very clear, which is to respect us but keep their distance.

Similarly, this affects His Highness, the Holy Son.

But there is still room for turnaround.

Considering how His Highness, the Holy Son, treats Miss Caesar, our Holy Son shows the impulsiveness and passion of youth, yet he is also a person who strictly adheres to promises and will not shirk responsibilities.

So...

We might as well create a fait accompli.

As long as our Holy Son learns one of the Seven Secret Arts of the Death Poetry Society, even if His Highness is unwilling, it will not change the fact.

Moreover, this is a rare opportunity for us to be alone with our Holy Son.

Once other members of the Kledos Family return to South Los, we will not have any more opportunities.

When the Old Lion and Mother Tigress truly turn their attention to His Highness, we likewise will have no opportunities.'

Recalling the words of his old friend, the Right Pastor, Potterman's heart was filled with lament.

He did not wish to resort to such despicable means.

But…

He understood that the reality was just as his good friend had said.

As time passed, and either the members of the Kledos Family returned to South Los or the Old Lion and Mother Tigress genuinely focused on His Highness, they would really have no chance to get close to the Holy Son.

The former, even his old friend could not predict.

According to his friend's explanation, not only their Holy Son but the fate of all members of the Kledos Family was confused and obscured.

To any prophet, everything looked chaotic.

Moreover, forcefully observing would encounter the backlash of that chaos.

The pain, like being sliced by a blade, would instantly pervade the whole body.

And this must be what their Holy Son described when talking about the family motto 'Ruler of the Blade of Chaos'; it was just unknown what 'Leviathan's Axe' involved.

As for the latter?

This point was beyond doubt.

As time passed, His Highness would definitely shine a light that would make the whole of South Los and South County take notice.

Naturally, this would attract the high-order predators of this continent such as the Old Lion and Mother Tigress.

Of course, in addition to these thoughts, his old friend also harbored a testing intent.

Although his old friend did not say so, Potterman could guess—if it were truly confirmed, his old friend, true to his character, would not drag his feet but would decisively release the Seven Great Arcanums of the organization to the Holy Son, rather than now, where only the 'Sound of Death' has been released.

His old friend, ah!

Wanted to use the 'Sound of Death' to make the final confirmation!

'Death's Child' is extremely special.

Others learning one of the Seven Great Arcanums of the Death Poetry Society typically takes several years, even decades, and even those with exceptional talent would need a year or two.

Why was Horton previously confirmed as 'Death's Child' so quickly?

It was because he learned the 'Sound of Death' in just one year and ten months without any rituals.

Even though he only learned and did not master it, it was still enough to be astonishing.

After all, there was no prior ritual, which greatly increased the difficulty.

The same was true for the current Holy Son.

And even, it might be a little more difficult.

Because—

The Holy Son had already completed other rituals.

This point was certain.

'I hope His Highness's rituals don't conflict with the secret techniques of the Death Poetry Society!'

Potterman prayed inwardly.

Then, the Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society stood up.

"I'm sorry, Arthur.

Please forgive our necessity."

With those words, the Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society bowed in apology.

And watching the scene before him, Arthur sighed—

"I really don't want to have any involvement with the 'Death Poetry Society'."

Hearing such words, Potterman's heart sank continuously.

Clearly, His Highness the Holy Son's misunderstanding of the "Death Poetry Society" was deeper than imagined.

About this, Potterman was about to explain, but before he could speak, he noticed something was amiss, because...

His emotions!

His emotions had become agitated by the Holy Son's words, giving rise to a sense of doubt and disgust towards his own organization.

It was just a moment, but such emotions were dispersed by his steadfast faith.

Yet, this was enough to leave the Left Cantor of the 'Death Poetry Society' dumbstruck.

Because—

This was the manifestation of the "Sound of Death"!

The Holy Son had learned it?

Learnt it at a glance?

This, this, this was inconceivable!

Even Potterman, who never doubted Arthur's identity as the "Death's Child" and who completely believed in it, felt a shiver run through his body and his scalp numb at this moment.

What a Talent!

Only the true son of "Death" was worthy of possessing such a "Death" Talent!

In comparison, what was Horton?

No!

Why would I compare a counterfeit with His Highness, the Holy Son?

That is a great disrespect.

Pah, counterfeit!

After spitting in his heart, the Left Cantor of the 'Death Poetry Society' was already kneeling on one knee—

"Your Highness."

No need to doubt any longer.

Anyone who could learn one of the "Death Poetry Society's" Seven Great Arcanums, the "Sound of Death," at a glance, must definitely be the "Death's Child."

Potterman, who was already convinced, even changed his form of address directly.

And Arthur?

His face showed more helplessness, as if he were being tormented in coercion.

In fact, that was the case.

He had to restrain himself to keep from laughing.

For this, Arthur was very grateful for the Skill "Bluff" he mastered.

Similarly, to divert attention, Arthur glanced at the text in front of him—

[Sound of Death: This is one of the core mystical arts that existed when the 'Death Poetry Society' was first established. It was first inspired by the initial Saga's witnessing of his teacher 'One' charging towards the 'Shadows' to save others and shouting out. It took ten years to develop this secret technique!

This initial 'Saga' named his teacher's impassioned shout as the 'Anthem of Courage' and vowed to resurrect his teacher. However, following an accident that led to the first 'Saga's' death, the second generation 'Saga' who inherited the 'Death Poetry Society' took it down a different path, but undoubtedly, the 'Anthem of Courage,' even when called the 'Sound of Death,' remained powerful.

And your Talent and Bloodline further strengthen this mystical art.

However, remember—the human anthem is always the Anthem of Courage!]

[Effect: 1, Bewitchment; 2, Pardon]

[Bewitchment: Your voice is filled with various bewitchments; you can easily persuade some who think they are stubborn, especially when 'Power of Death' is added, any creature that hears your voice will involuntarily rise with a desire for slaughter, they, she, or it will rush into a frenzy of death.]

[Pardon: When your voice is joined with the 'Power of Death,' mid and low-level Undead creatures will choose to obey in an instant, and high-level Undead creatures will also be willing to offer help]

(Note 1: You can choose to activate or deactivate the 'Sound of Death' at any time, but the 'Sound of Death' must be triggered by your own spoken voice and cannot be replaced by ventriloquism or other mystical arts.)

(Note 2: Creatures bewitched by you cannot detect this bewitchment; they will only think it is natural, and when your bewitchment is resisted, the bewitched creature will ignore, be wary of, or despise you depending on the situation)

(Note 3: When the creatures you bewitched slaughter, they can bring back the Aura of Death for you.)

(Note 4: Targets killed by creatures you bewitched are not considered killed by you, and cannot be 'Soul Bound.')

(Note 5: During Pardon, your 'Whipping' can effectively make high-level Undead creatures understand obedience.)

...

Arthur's gaze swept over [Sound of Death], and for some reason, he always felt that this [Sound of Death] had a somewhat high compatibility with the Spirit Medium profession.

Mistaken impression!

It must be a mistaken impression!

As a young, kind, honest, and pure 'Spirit Medium,' how could I possibly deceive people!

Arthur thought to himself, his gaze once again turned to Potterman, his voice filled with helplessness as he asked—

"You see, do I still have a chance to refuse?"