Seeing Malinda smile, Arthur smiled too.
He raised his right hand and held up three fingers-
"I swear, Drake was slandering me.
He lured me into the club without me knowing what it was.
And as for you..."
As he spoke, Arthur took a deep breath and stepped forward.
His deep eyes brimmed with sincerity.
He spoke each word distinctly.
"I love you."
His voice was clear.
Malinda froze outright.
At that moment, the Lady of the Long Night felt as though she had thrown out a basic attack, only for Arthur to fire off his ultimate.
Arthur only looked more sincere.
He spoke softly.
"Malinda, do you know? The first time I saw you, I was utterly captivated. Your fierce individuality was so enchanting. The pride and sharpness in your eyes made my heart skip a beat, and the generosity you showed afterward left me in awe.
From that moment on, I knew I was done for.
I had fallen into love's grave.
The wise never fall in love.
But the moment I saw you, my reason deserted me."
Arthur's favorite move was to crush an opponent's measly three with a pair of jokers.
Of course, Malinda was certainly no opponent.
Malinda was his partner in life.
But one thing remained the same.
And that was-
Never admit you were wrong.
Arthur had understood that perfectly well back home.
Or rather, he had only managed to escape that hellhole of a "club" by following one principle: admit nothing, deny all responsibility, and stop at nothing to get the result you wanted.
A little complicated?
Simply put, look not at the rules, but at the people who made them.
Still a little complicated?
Even more simply-
Rules were fixed; people were flexible.
Kill the people, and the rules became flexible.