Malinda looked at Yura, a chill glimmering in her azure eyes.
As though frightened, Yura immediately stepped back and shrank behind Arthur, her face pale as a soft gasp escaped her lips.
"Sister Caesar, you won't get the wrong idea, will you?"
As she spoke, Yura's eyes reddened, her face still pale.
But Yura received no response.
Malinda had withdrawn her gaze a moment before Yura spoke. She sat down on a chair in the cabin, gathered Pendragon into her arms, and gently stroked them.
Meanwhile, Arthur, who should have been standing in front of Yura, strode back into the cabin.
"What took you so long?
I specifically asked the chef to prepare dinner, including that clay-pot beef with flaky pastry you like.
Or would you rather go ashore in Xilond? The old knight said a hunter had caught a wild boar. Xilond's roast boar tastes quite good, too."
Arthur smiled, his expression perfectly composed, his eyes seeing only Malinda.
That intense focus made Yura's breathing quicken.
What was going on?
We were having such a pleasant conversation just a moment ago!
Why was he acting like I didn't exist now?
Resentment welled up inside Yura.
She immediately spoke again-
"Lord Credos, we..."
"Will give me a satisfactory answer by dawn?
I remember.
But if possible, please come a little later. I'd like my beloved to get some more rest.
Thank you again, Lady Yura.
It's an honor to work with you, and I wish you good night.
I hope you have a wonderful evening."
Arthur interrupted Yura, his tone light. Even as he spoke, his gaze remained on Malinda, the corners of his mouth lifting involuntarily, as though she were the only person left in the world.
No!
Rather, Malinda was the only person in the entire world who