Under Marinda's gaze, Arthur's fingers swiftly wrote down—.
Adapt to circumstances.
If it were anyone else, Marinda would certainly think she had been played.
But if it was Arthur, there must be a reason.
Almost instantly, the lady thought of something.
'You've crossed swords with the Marquess of Seberlin?'
Marinda quickly wrote.
The current situation had already become quite clear, with the Marquess of Seberlin wanting to kill two birds with one stone, opposing both the Old Lion of Inner Bay and laying out plans for that 'Lady of Sorrow'.
And that 'Lady of Sorrow,' naturally unwilling to succumb without a fight, had started to create the current situation.
As for the 'Inland River Cult'?
Even if that Old Lion had great ambition, he would also show restraint.
After all, they were Nobles.
Even if beneath their splendid exterior lay a bandit's savagery.
However,
Even bandits have rules.
Once the rules are broken, that would be no good at all.
