After everyone had left, Arthur sat alone in the hall, gazing at the open door with a mysterious look in his eyes, deep in thought. After a long while, he exhaled heavily.
"This is really hard."
He raised his hand and scratched his forehead. Though it was only a fleeting moment, his emotions were in turmoil, and he felt a tightness in his chest. It wasn't random, his current reality imposed immense pressure on him. His mental state was far from fine, and from time to time, he felt bouts of gloom, especially since he had killed the Baronet and his son.
After several minutes of sighing, he emptied his mind of dark thoughts and tried to stabilize his mood. Thanks to the "Logical Analysis" skill, he was able to do so with ease.
'Although it's unpleasant, it's something I have to live with. I'm still human, after all. But even so, I'm starting to get used to it. Killing doesn't disturb me anymore. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad one.'
