Marinda looked at Yula, her deep blue eyes brimming with coldness.
Yula seemed startled and immediately stepped back, hiding behind Arthur, her face turning pale, and from her mouth came a faint whimper.
"Sister Caesar, you couldn't have misunderstood, right?"
With those words, the color drained from Yula's face, and her eyes reddened.
But Yula got no response.
Marinda had retracted her gaze before Yula could speak and took a seat in the cabin, raising her hand to cradle Pendragon in her arms and gently stroked him.
And Arthur, who was supposed to stand in front of her, quickly walked back into the cabin.
"What took you so long?
I had the chef prepare dinner specially, including your favorite clay pot crispy beef pastry.
Or perhaps you'd like to go ashore at Xilongde? The Old Baron said the Hunter bagged a wild boar; Xilongde's roast wild boar also tastes very good."
Arthur wore a smile, his demeanor unruffled, and his eyes held nothing but Marinda.
