When the Marquis of West Berlin spoke, Arthur felt as though he heard a rapid-fire exchange echoing in his ears from far away-
Arthur, want a wife?
Oh, you already have one?
Then would you mind having two more?
You would?
Then how about I throw in a bigger dowry?
Still mind?
Then my family won't even ask for official recognition!
In short, there was no such thing as the most shameless, only someone even more shameless.
The lord of West Berlin had truly challenged Arthur's understanding. He had thought only his former self could be this shameless, never imagining someone else could come close.
But that was his former self.
The Arthur of today did have some standards.
At least...
He knew to prepare a shield in advance.
"Your Lordship, please stop saying things that could jeopardize our cooperation.
Malinda is the love of my life.
She is my one and only."
As Arthur spoke of Malinda, his face, which had just turned cold, immediately softened. The corners of his mouth rose involuntarily, and his eyes brimmed with tender affection.
That affection made Arthur's deep eyes shine all the brighter.
Looking at Arthur before him, the Marquis of West Berlin could not help growing curious.
The lord of West Berlin was intensely curious about what sort of woman the rumored Lady of the Long Night, Malinda Julius Caesar, was to inspire such unwavering devotion in Arthur.
At the same time, the lord of West Berlin abandoned the plan that had just formed in his mind.
He had originally intended to find an opportunity to kill Malinda, then have his two daughters slip into the opening she left.
But now?
The lord of West Berlin gave up on it.
First, he could not kill Malinda without leaving a trace, which