They all call me Great Master

Marinda looked at Yula, her deep blue eyes brimming with coldness.

Yula seemed startled and immediately stepped back, hiding behind Arthur, her face turning pale, and from her mouth came a faint whimper.

"Sister Caesar, you couldn't have misunderstood, right?"

With those words, the color drained from Yula's face, and her eyes reddened.

But Yula got no response.

Marinda had retracted her gaze before Yula could speak and took a seat in the cabin, raising her hand to cradle Pendragon in her arms and gently stroked him.

And Arthur, who was supposed to stand in front of her, quickly walked back into the cabin.

"What took you so long?

I had the chef prepare dinner specially, including your favorite clay pot crispy beef pastry.

Or perhaps you'd like to go ashore at Xilongde? The Old Baron said the Hunter bagged a wild boar; Xilongde's roast wild boar also tastes very good."

Arthur wore a smile, his demeanor unruffled, and his eyes held nothing but Marinda.

That focus made Yula's breathing quicken.

What's going on?

He was just having a pleasant conversation with me!

Why is he now acting like I don't exist?

Yula felt indignant.

Right away, Yula spoke again—

"Lord Kledos, we..."

"A satisfactory answer at dawn?

I remember.

Still, if possible, please make it a bit later, I hope my lover can rest a little longer.

Thank you again, Ms. Yula.

I am honored to work with you and wish you a good night.

May you have a wonderful evening."

Arthur cut off Yula's words, speaking in a lighthearted manner, and even during this exchange, his gaze never left Marinda, his lips unconsciously curling up, as if Marinda was the only person in the world for him.

No!

It was as if Marinda was the only person who could attract Arthur's attention in the whole world.

Yula clenched her fists.

She was being ignored.

This feeling was unprecedented for Yula, who had always been the center of attention due to her exceptional looks since she was young.

Only she could outshine everyone else.

Never had anyone been able to steal her limelight.

But Marinda had done it.

And not just once.

This was the second time!

Reflecting on how this lady had boarded the ship with such confidence at the South Los docks and was now treating her as if she was invisible, jealousy began to rise uncontrollably within Yula.

And then it turned into hatred.

'Just you wait!'

Yula roared inwardly.

If before, her motive was to deepen the collaboration, now she wanted to taste the flavor of South Los' 'Spirit Medium'.

Preferably right in front of Marinda!

She was determined to retaliate against Marinda fiercely!

"Alright, goodnight to you too."

Yula forced a smile, turning to walk towards the stairs.

What Yula didn't realize was that right after she turned around, Marinda, who had seemed to ignore her, subtly glanced at her.

The deep blue of her eyes was still cold.

Now, with an added sharpness.

Very faint.

Or rather, very well hidden.

As Yula's footsteps faded away, Arthur came over with a cup of orange tea augmented with mint leaves and honey, a relieved expression on his face.

"Thank you for your timely arrival."

"Is she difficult to deal with?"

Marinda accepted the tea, and now that there were only two of them, the lady's tone seemed slightly off.

Of course, Arthur noticed.

After all, the recent scene was tinged with a bit of his deliberate intention.

Facing a Marinda who seemed to be entering a 'desensitization' phase, how could he not intensify the treatment, given his profession as a 'Spirit Medium'?

So, when Yula arrived, he made sure to inform Marinda.

And Marinda's reaction?

Marinda's almost instantaneous arrival gave Arthur an extra degree of confidence.

But it was not enough.

Therefore, Arthur took a deep breath, leaned into Marinda's ear, and lowered his voice—

"It's harder than you imagine, after all, this is someone who even the Marquess of West Berlin had to make elaborate plans for."

As Arthur's words sounded, his warm breath brushed past Marinda's earlobe.

Arthur clearly saw the fine hairs on the lady's neck stand on end.

Immediately, the 'Spirit Medium's' mouth curled into a smile.

Then, Arthur's eyes suddenly hardened, his speech quickened, and his voice lowered even more.

"Hold me tight."

Marinda did not hesitate and immediately wrapped her arms around Arthur.

She knew there must be a Peeping Tom around.

She hadn't noticed?

Of course, she wasn't strong enough.

Or maybe, Arthur's "Spirituality", "Bloodline" were simply better at these things.

Would Arthur deceive her on such a matter?

Impossible.

Arthur was not that kind of unreliable person.

Having worked with Arthur more than a dozen times, she knew him too well.

Just like just now, using Wuni to send a message!

If Arthur wasn't truly unable to cope, he would never send out a plea for help to her.

And indeed, all of this was proven.

Facing that 'scheming' collaborator, Arthur simply couldn't manage, but she was just right to step in.

And now?

That woman's thieving heart would not die!

That woman deserved to die!

To be someone the Marquess of West Berlin had to make elaborate plans against?

Very well!

Marinda's thoughts cleared in an instant, and when she looked at Arthur again, she found him wearing a smile and leading her in an elegant dance.

It was not any formal dance from a ball.

It was neither intense, but rather a gentle dance with moving steps.

It was a bit like the steps taken when one is first learning to dance.

And from Arthur's mouth came—

"One two, one two three four, one two."

Following this rhythm, Arthur led Marinda from the dining area of the cabin to the terrace above.

The "Hand of Void" extinguished the candles on the terrace, leaving only the bright moonlight.

And with their vision, they certainly wouldn't be at a loss in the dim light.

On the contrary, their coordination improved.

Moreover, Marinda went from cooperating to taking the initiative.

Immediately, the beginner-like dance steps intensified.

Sleeves flew, shoes tapped continuously, and the beats were clear and continuous.

With a turn, Arthur took Marinda's left hand in his right, supporting her entire weight, allowing her body to fully extend.

Her golden hair leaped with the dance, as if she were an elf dancing under the moonlight.

Arthur enjoyed watching this lively movement.

According to the original dance tempo, this would be the time when Arthur should pull Marinda back with force, but the young 'Spirit Medium' did not do so.

He gazed at Marinda.

And just as a look of confusion flashed in the lady's eyes, Arthur spoke again.

"Three, two, one!"

A soft countdown.

When the count reached zero—

Bang!

A large, splendid firework bloomed over Xilongde Wharf.

Arthur, with Fujin's eyes watching over everything, of course, knew this was a firework prepared by Sir Outer of West Seberlin for the feast.

But it didn't prevent Arthur from 'borrowing' it for a moment.

The young 'Spirit Medium' looked at Marinda, his face naturally breaking into a smile, and his voice became involuntarily softer—

"Even after millions of gazes, you continue to dazzle me; even the brightest firework doesn't compare to a thousandth of your allure."