Grover stared at Malinda, with her short golden hair and azure eyes. Even this new member of the Death Poetry Society was not stupid enough to miss the fact that he had walked into a trap.
Still, Grover could not quite accept it.
"The news about the Herke Laboratory was fake?"
The new Death Poetry Society member stopped paying attention to Malinda and turned to Arthur, asking with a pleading look.
Arthur refused to answer a question like that.
Malinda, on the other hand, replied with evident interest.
"Yes.
If it were real, we certainly wouldn't have let people find out so easily!
Of course, you should be grateful it was fake. Otherwise, you wouldn't be the only person we were after."
The young Medium nodded in agreement.
If they had used the real Herke Laboratory as bait, how could they have settled for catching these small fry? Even the Old Lion of the Inner Bay would have had to leave a layer of skin behind before he could go.
"Was that Blood Clan member fake too?"
Grover continued questioning them.
"No, that one wasn't."
"The Blood Clan member was real, and so was our plan to lure you out."
Malinda answered quite seriously.
By now, Arthur understood what this lady intended to do-destroy her enemy in body and spirit.
Malinda wanted more than simply to capture or kill him.
She wanted to crush her opponent psychologically.
What a nasty woman!
But...
Nicely done!
A little more appreciation entered Arthur's gaze as he looked at Malinda. He was hardly a nasty, ungenerous person himself; of course he knew how to express his feelings appropriately.
"So I was caught in your trap from the very beginning?"
Grover lowered his head, hiding his expression.
"Of course."
Malinda nodded.
"Heh. What an arrogant,