I remain seated at the flower garden's small tea table. In front of me was the already open ring box with the blue ring sitting inside it.
My expression was clouded as I thought of the previous matter.
Opposite to me was the seat where Arthur had been previously, now empty of course.
Could the thing have gone differently if I had said some prettier words?
Probably
Sure, he would have taken the ring and our relation would have become much less sour but it wouldn't have been my style.
I'm someone who wants to make people think thrice about why fate was so cruel that they would meet me.
"Lord Henry." I hear the elapsed voice of Bishop Benipole as I smile.
"Father, sit down. You look like you screamed out a marathon just now."
"A Marathon?"
"Just sit down." The guy sat down as I ask, "So how did prior education went?"
