William realized it then—he was being threatened!
William didn’t respond directly but instead asked, “Have you been to East 62nd Street these past few days?”
“So what if I have? What if I haven’t?” Lauren sneered, “You don’t think my daughter would blame me, do you?”
“That means you have been there,” William thought clearly. Evelyn naturally wouldn’t wish her grandfather dead, but this woman in front of him…
She must have said something to Nathaniel.
William didn’t want to say much about whether the suicide was completely Nathaniel’s own decision.
But this woman really shouldn’t have gone to see Nathaniel, much less threaten him here.
Lauren seemed very dissatisfied with William’s attitude and gave a look to the young boy beside her. The boy then yelled, “I want to play on the swing too!” and tried to reach for Amy.
Quick as a flash, William scooped Amy into his arms and then said to the child, “Then you go play on the swings.”
This child was also possessed by a demon and had the strength of a demigod. Logically, it should have been effortless for him to snatch Amy, but William was quicker and took her back.
As he looked on in surprise, William’s words seemed to have an endless magic to them; the boy actually just sat on the swing, dopey and drooling, looking completely idiotic.
Yet his mind was still clear about what he was doing, even though he couldn’t speak a word or control his body.
The demon’s soul would be forever imprisoned within this body, and he would forever sit on that swing.
If the swing were ever dismantled, he would continue to search for another, and upon finding it, sit there.
The words William spoke were a curse!
“Mr. Johnson, what’s wrong with this boy?” Amy, oblivious to what had occurred, just saw the boy swaying on the swing, drooling.
Holding Amy, William smiled and said, “This little friend here didn’t pay attention in class, so he’s become a bit silly, look at him drooling, how dirty.”
Amy widened her eyes and declared, “I always listen carefully when the teacher is speaking in class.”
“Right, let’s go home and not play with him,” William said, turning to leave with Amy in his arms.
Lauren was completely unaware of what had transpired, and she asked loudly, “What are you doing?”
The little boy on the swing continued to sway, a vacant smile plastered on his face, while the other “demigod,” after William had taken three steps, suddenly collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open, staring at the sky.
His consciousness was clear and his vital signs were still present; he just couldn’t control his body anymore.
Lauren was utterly horrified; she hadn’t seen William do anything. He hadn’t even touched these two, and yet they had lost their ability to fight. It all seemed a bit too preposterous.
After returning, William greeted Evelyn, then left with his neighbors.
Evelyn was already aware of what had happened in the yard, yet she dared not do anything to William. Instead, she warned her mother not to provoke William again.
Without any physical action, to disable two “demigods” so easily—
such power was not something she could afford to offend.
The people from Maplewood Town had been wiped out, and that must have been William’s doing as well.
Evelyn faintly guessed that William’s strength was not simple,had she known he was this powerful, she would not have burned bridges with him.
Looking at Alice by William’s side, it was clear she had gained many benefits.
It was her own good hand that for some reason had been played terribly.
Evelyn herself hadn’t realized that her sense of utilitarianism had grown stronger, and she was no longer the naive young girl she used to be.
But she didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.
Evelyn remembered clearly now,she was not Guinevere, but Morgana, the dark queen despised and deposed.
Her obsession with Arthur was as deep as her resentment.
And William was actually Arthur!
He had lived for over 1500 years!
Now that she had power, unrivaled wealth, why should she depend on any man?
She could become an empress in her own right!
After William returned, Alice picked up the teapot, glanced at William cautiously, and then said pitifully, “Master, please have some tea.”
“Hm?” William, half-reclining in his chair, asked, “You’re not upset with me anymore?”
Alice spoke up, “I’m not holding it against you anymore. Though I haven’t quite figured it out, I understand that you, Master, have your own reasons for doing things. It just goes to show that everyone has their own principles when it comes to handling situations.”
“Exactly! There’s no right or wrong, just different principles. You’ve got a clear grasp on that,” William replied. His actions were always based on his own likes and dislikes, but what Alice said wasn’t incorrect. A normal person, upon learning that their neighbor was planning to take their own life with medication, would likely try to stop them, or even call the police.
William was about to reach for the tea cup when Alice, holding the tea, knelt before William and lowered her head, saying, “Last time you asked me to perform a formal gesture of discipleship, I hadn’t done it.”
“Oh? You’ve finally remembered to perform the gesture of discipleship?” William chuckled. Countless people cried and begged to become his disciples. This girl was interesting — she hadn’t even properly bowed her head to be accepted as a disciple, had learned a great deal of skills, and even received many benefits, and only now she remembered to perform the formal gesture.
“Master, please have some tea,” Alice knelt in front of William, lifting the tea above her head, bowing, waiting for William to accept the tea.
William slowly took the tea, sipped it, and handed the cup back to her.
As they were performing this ceremony of discipleship, Amy walked in unsteadily into the yard, blinking her eyes in confusion, and asked, “Mr. Johnson, are you guys playing make-believe? I want to play too.”
Then, without waiting for an answer, she picked up an empty tea cup from the stone table and imitated Alice’s movements. Kneeling before William, she said in a childlike voice, “Master, please have some tea!”
William looked at the empty cup Amy was holding and couldn’t help but laugh, “Amy, get up. You’ll dirty your pants and your mom will scold you.”
“No way! You have to take the cup!” Amy insisted, looking up at William, urging him to play along with her game.
William had no choice but to take the empty cup from her hands and pretend to drink from it, saying, “Alright! You can get up now.”
Amy then clambered to her feet with a giggle, dusting off her knees, and said to William, “Now it’s my turn.”
“What do you mean, ‘your turn’?” William asked, puzzled.
Amy pulled on William’s hand, instructing him, “Now I get to sit here, and you have to copy me! Come on!”
William was at a loss. To actually expect him to kneel and serve tea, William really dares not imagine—if he truly knelt before someone,
could that person withstand it, what would happen? Would they simply die on the spot?
Before William could react, Amy persisted in her request for him to kneel down and play the game her way, but of course, William wasn’t going to do that. This left Amy feeling cheated, pouting and whining all the way back home to her mother.