Interesting. So Arthur Kirkland was the most powerful magical individual of his land. And had the political power to give orders. While that was a good thing in general, it posed a bit of an issue for him.

Ashura pulled the hand he'd used to stabilize his injury while sitting and turned gold eyes to study the traces of blood that had seeped through the bandages. He didn't look back to Arthur as he murmured only half to himself.

"Is my existence now to ignore my nature and not fight?"