Abel, Abel...
Arthur murmured this name in the depths of his heart.
None of the mystic books he'd read had ever mentioned this name.
But Arthur wasn't disappointed.
On the contrary, he was pleased.
Because—
It meant that he was about to encounter more unknown histories and legends.
And knowledge.
Moreover, it was of the most precious kind.
With the addition of Yumir Manor's collection and the tomes from the mad Master Alchemist Geppetto found under the beach, Arthur's understanding of the Mystic Side's history and folklore had far surpassed that of the average Mystic Side person, and what Arthur had not heard of must be exceptionally secretive.
In the Mystic Side, secrecy often signified value!
With that in mind, Arthur utilized the power of the contract to call upon this fragmentary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm—
'Abel, tell me your origin.'
Abel: ...
Bewilderment flowed back in response to Arthur.
Sensing this confusion, the corners of Arthur's mouth curled up.
