West Berlin, Dordot Harbor!
Malinda wanted it!
And she had not merely wanted it. She had made moves before, but...
They had all failed!
Though the Inner River Church and the Church of Pain were bitter enemies, their conflicts remained behind closed doors. In public, they presented a united front against outsiders.
Of course, the biggest obstacle was the West Berlin Family.
The Marquis of West Berlin was the one who had truly brought Malinda's efforts crashing down.
At the thought of the unexplained deaths of her sixteen trusted subordinates, Malinda narrowed her eyes-
"Are you sure we can drag that old fox into this?"
Malinda's seemingly out-of-nowhere question made Arthur smile.
He appreciated how quickly Malinda caught on.
Clearly, Malinda had already guessed that the Marquis of West Berlin stood behind the Church of Pain, and that the marquis would never step forward himself.
"It won't be easy, but it's possible."
Arthur's answer was vague.
Until Lucius made his "move," he had no definite answer either.
Malinda had long since grown accustomed to Arthur's vagueness.
Besides, what mattered more to her right now was-
"What percentage?"
She asked.
"Twenty percent, I'd say!"
Arthur silently ran the numbers.
Twenty percent of the profits. Trading one daughter for ten percent was naturally a steep price.
Securing twenty percent would certainly be difficult!
But what if his "honor" was at stake?
After all, as a dependable father, he surely would not want people finding out that his twin daughters controlled an evil cult, would he?
Of course, he might also be a ruthless father who could simply kill his twin daughters.
Rumor had it that the Marquis of West Berlin doted on his four daughters.
But who could know the truth?
As a Medium, Arthur had to prepare for every possibility.
So