Marinda waited for Arthur's reaction.
This display, of course, was not everything.
But it didn't stop her from hoping to receive praise.
Arthur knew what to do the moment he saw Marinda's smile.
He responded with a smile, and then, praised—
"Amazing!"
This was a sincere compliment, not perfunctory.
In fact, when Marinda invited him to ride in the carriage, Arthur had guessed he might witness the magnificent scene before him—only seeing it with his own eyes was even more shocking than imagined.
Arthur's eyes looked through the mist at the undead clad in Holy Era style armor and the twelve-meter-tall undead giant capable of suppressing an 'entrant' with mere power, and couldn't help but exclaim—
"You must have spent a lot of effort collecting them."
"Not really.
They are more of an inheritance.
My mother and father left me plenty of wealth—their own, and from their family and forces behind them, especially my mother's family.
