Arthur swallowed hard.The room, which had been noisy just moments ago, now felt suffocatingly silent.Every pair of eyes was on him—but none weighed heavier than Raven Van Thor's.Her gaze was like a steel hammer, ready to smash his skull.
Arthur finally opened his mouth, his voice trembling faintly."I-I… just… heal…"
Raven narrowed her eyes."And how exactly did you neutralize the Dark Power's poison?"
Arthur froze.His brain went blank.How the hell i supposed to explain this…?Do I need to say I saved people… by slapping them?Just thinking about their reactions made his hands itch.
"U-uh…" he muttered under his breath, "…by slapping… heheh…"
A few people tilted their heads in confusion.Meanwhile, the little Bounchiechomie on Arthur's shoulder gave a soft "Bloop," echoing its master's embarrassment.
Raven raised an eyebrow.But instead of anger, she let out a long, heavy sigh.Then, in a calm yet weighty voice, she spoke.
