Arthur pov Slowly I was beginning to recover from my last fight but I had to really ask for why I was trying this punches and even bothering to fight at all in the first place yes I knew that I had a responsibility to my home and I had to free everybody else here but something told me that if I didn't do that someone else was going to do it anyways it made me feel so worthless and useless and as I lay on that good-looking about the roof working how minimalist and playing the room was I have nothing to distract myself with and I do even more tired and fed up with life sometimes I would know what I want you should be as clear as day and some other times it was blurry but the only thing that maintain itself through all of that was the fact that I was not able to have any motivation to do either one. I was not hopeless enough to give up and yet I was not motivated enough to do anything so I was stuck in this limbo of indecision and hesitation knowing that my next fight will still a

Arthur pov Now my hand was on her leg before I could even think twice I had told myself that I didn't want to touch her like this before partially because the feeling of my skin brushing against her own made me literally sick inside and I realize that if truly The woman I loved was gone forever then killing her sister wasn't going to bring her back or change anything It would just bring me back to the same level of monstrosity that she was as well. but whenever she would remind me so heartlessly that she had killed her own sister it will make every sense of reasoning and logic to escape me as though it had been thrown out of the window of my mind then all I can think about is how to beat her for everything. She continued speaking until my fingers were locking up enough oxygen that she couldn't even manage words anymore and she was just coughing and scratching my hand but I didn't flinch for a second. deep down inside of me that logical voice was still calling out telling me t

Arthur pov "He wants to see you.." I woke up one day so the news that the Savage King wanted my presence and naturally I was surprised I thought that he saw me nothing more than a scrambling rats that you used for entertainment but to my biggest shock he actually wanted to see me everybody told me that this was something out of the way that you had never asked to see any of the fighters that was until they had one and they watched it off he would grant them their wishes but somebody that was still struggling to make it up there was not giving that privilege of seeing him or that was how they saw it. it wasn't Mae that told me that he wanted to see me instead a letter having placed right next to my head on the bed and I woke up ripping it open and with dizzy eyes I read through everything because of how this year was I had to read over it again to make sure that I was not imagining anything but everything has been both leave it in there without any things to make it suspicious and

Arthur pov if I had not seen the Savage king before I would have told you that he was able to breathe out fire with her the woman that was backing me up refused vehemently for me to see him she just kept on saying that it wasn't proper for me to see him and I should consider doing something else. I wanted to come face-to-face with the man that had caused all of this suffering to so many people and show him that I wasn't afraid of him she didn't seem to be in favour of this and I guess I would have to do it without her support she told me that if anything went wrong in there when I went to see him then she was not going to be there to back me up this was the night right before I was taken over to see him. She was pacing from side-to-side and since the room was as bad as a bone she had more than enough space to be doing all the person that she wanted I didn't think that I would ever see her looking as anxious as this from time to time she will stop pacing and then her eyes with tr

Arthur pov it was a little ironic that he was asking me the very same question that I wanted to ask myself as I was coming here but now that you had already asked me sit on a chair looking over to me like a king when the only King you was was a king of barbaric wolves that had abandoned their pride and their pack. "I am nothing more than a fighter to her…" I said feeling that it was the most normal answer I could give in this situation he had just thrown the question at me like a slap in the face and I was retracted back not knowing how to react I had to gather myself looking around in a room that was surprisingly filled with different things to get my interest for a while and make it less awkward for my eyes to be wandering around while I was speaking to him. "It is interesting that you say that you are just a fighter to her," he said to me as he payload his chain with the palm of his hand resting one of them on the arm of the chair that he sat on probably in his own eyes h