The Red Devil, who had been silent, saw the topic drifting into his realm of knowledge and mockingly recited in Arthur's ear, "Come, but don't choose the morning light blazing like fire, pick a rainy afternoon, your form in death, not too unsightly, yet like mud-stained boots, dull and dim. Once dreamt of knighthood, yet ultimately fell at the stairs, the newspaper words too lazy to exaggerate. 'Brave? Perhaps.' Others scoff, 'Not even the Devil thinks it deserves applause.'"
Upon hearing this, Arthur glared at the gleeful Agares with murderous intent, his mouth moved silently, but his lip movement clearly meant, "You're so talented, why can't you squeeze out the next volume of the 'Hastings Case Files'?"
Originally morose due to pre-dinner unpleasantness, Victoria couldn't help but exclaim in admiration upon hearing the beautiful verses, "How enchanting! Mama, can I read Mr. Tennyson's poetry collection in the future?"
