Arthur arrived in the long steps of the front lounge—the front door loomed in the distance—and it was smashed open.
In front of the doors, the envelope-holding robot had its limbs splayed out, wires exposed and sparking.
A black blade was lodged in its central processing unit, and then, with a pale hand, Nefarious pulled out the sword before turning his gaze over to Arthur.
"…Ten Fingers, I presume?"
Arthur asked.
He was trying to hide his overwhelming fear, but it didn't help, as his voice cracked slightly when he mentioned Ten Fingers.
Nefarious was standing with his small army of Rav'akari—about fifteen of them—and they were an extremely formidable threat.
With Nefarious alone, they could single-handedly destroy the Dark Jewel's Corner, and there was nothing Arthur could do about that.
"…"
Nefarious looked at him silently, reading him thoroughly with the help of the subtle facial clues that Arthur's expression gave.
