Arthur looked at Astarte's face and understood one thing very clearly.
She was one of those people.
'A brother complex... and a strong one at that,' Arthur thought.
He could practically see an invisible label floating above her head.
'Aiden, you bastard,' Arthur cursed inwardly. 'I'll definitely make you pay for this. Since I can't make your sister pay right now...'
With that realization, however, new possibilities opened up.
Arthur straightened his posture slightly, his voice taking on a thoughtful tone.
"Well," Arthur said, "Aiden is a very talented guy. He comes first in almost everything we do, always leaving me in the dust."
He let out a soft, frustrated sigh.
"I really envy his talent."
Astarte's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she listened.
Arthur pretended to think for a moment, his gaze drifting as though searching through old memories.
