The indifferent voice carried no hint of emotion, as if it were the cold wind from the farthest north of North County, freezing not only the body but also the soul.
The lady holding the hem of her skirt felt a chill in her heart.
Yet, she did not panic.
She had dared to come today, naturally having considered this possibility.
Moreover, she believed that the prop in her embrace would keep her safe.
Therefore, the lady with origins from the Mystic Side had a sweet smile spread across her face as she said subconsciously.
"I can explain to you..."
As she spoke, the lady looked up.
And then...
She saw Arthur's piercing eyes.
Murderous intent!
Unconcealed murderous intent!
Having seen such a gaze several times before, the lady's words halted abruptly, while the coachman beside her clenched the whip in his hand and silently slipped the other into his pocket.
Arthur saw this, but pretended not to.
He continued speaking to himself.
