Malinda walked out of the smoke ring and into the cabin, carrying the Holy Serpent Shield in one hand and raising her middle finger with the other. Her azure eyes brimmed with contempt for Arthur.
"Morning, Malinda.
Anything you'd like to eat?"
As Arthur spoke, he smoothly pulled out a chair for Malinda.
Of course, he also casually took the Holy Serpent Shield from her and set it aside.
Then he put on a look that said it was a shame she wasn't wearing a coat, or he would certainly have hung it up for her.
In response, Malinda raised her other middle finger at Arthur as well.
"Do you think treating me like a postman is polite?"
Malinda asked.
Although this world had no delivery drivers, professions such as postmen still existed.
Of course, most people couldn't enjoy their services.
Even the middle class struggled to afford the fees. Only the truly wealthy and the nobility had the financial means to support using such convenient services.
Malinda was naturally one of them.
In fact, a postman came to her door every week, bringing the Lady new products from various major cities, including but not limited to Inner Bay.
"My feelings for you will always burn bright."
Arthur lowered his head and looked into those azure eyes, an indescribable tenderness appearing in his own.
The emotion filling his deep eyes made Malinda stiffen.
Then the Lady clenched her pipe between her teeth and blew a mouthful of smoke straight into Arthur's face, obscuring those deep eyes. Watching Arthur rub his eyes as though the smoke had stung them, she put away her pipe again and curled her lips. Like a smiling kitten, she said, "Is that Grindelwald the leader of your [Black Cat Followers]? He's quite a fellow. He has