Arthur could tell that there was something off about Yula and Lucius.
Marinda could certainly tell as well.
Moreover, from a certain perspective, Marinda could see it even more clearly.
Because—
Marinda was a woman.
She was also a woman who possessed the title 'Lady of the Long Night.'
Marinda could see that apart from some minor scheming, Yula was also tinged with a hint of bloodiness.
For such a woman, Marinda was not keen at all.
Therefore, she let the other party know in a very domineering manner to back off on her own.
Not backing off?
Then she could not be blamed for being ruthless.
"Don't you think the 'Oriental' is still lacking some legendary elements?"
Arthur, however, spoke softly.
His entire expression was very natural; his eyes were even gazing into Marinda's eyes, and his body showed no signs of stiffness or discomfort, yet he was truly feeling the warmth on his arm.
Was he used to it?
Had he become desensitized?
That wasn't right, was it?
