Arthur’s scream sent the nearby birds flying.

Stony stared alternatingly between Arthur and Gilberto.

"He’s your son? I thought you two were friends…" he muttered.

"Thanks. I've always wanted to be a father who’s like his friend at the same time.”

"…I didn't mean it that way,” replied Stony. He stared at the two with interest.

Meanwhile, Arthur approached Gilberto and started scolding the latter. "You’re going to do what?! Are you out of your mind? He didn’t say anything, but silence basically means yes to your question earlier!"

"Arthur…"

"I'm against it. It hasn’t been that long since you came back to life, but you’re already trying to do such a dangerous thing...!”

"Arthur..."

Arthur composed himself at his father's subdued voice.

“Why…?” Arthur bit his lips and glared at his father with a stubborn glint in his eyes.

Gilberto chuckled at the rebellious Arthur.

"You’re laughing? What’s funny?" Arthur's expression turned icy cold. "Are you enjoying this, Father?"

"Oh, sorry I upset you." Gilberto shook his head. His voice was full of longing as he explained, "You looked...