Another sword clashed against his before it could even get near the Rebornian attendant.
But even still, Arthur's eyes were focused on his supposed target.
His younger cousins, the Rebornian kids, and all of the unwilling audience of his sudden outburst was completely stunned in shock. They didn't expect such things to happen on such an auspicious day.
"Arthur!"
"Bro! What are you doing?!"
"Put your sword down!"
He could feel the admonishment coming from his younger cousins. They were embarrassed beyond belief.
However, Arthur kept his blade pointed at the attendant. He was in the right. His actions, justified. He was confident of that.
After all, he recognized the attendant. He was none other than one of the hooligans who had escaped his capture during the early days of the Feast!
This hooligan had made trouble with the kiosks. And he had subdued them and turned them into the underground prison in the Order's basement.
