"Right by your side, Your Majesty the Supreme King of Sin."
Arthur gave a mischievous little grin, but also, covertly, widened the distance between them just a bit.
Mo cast his icy gaze toward Arthur, his voice still utterly unruffled: "Seems those boring misunderstandings still haven't been cleared out of your heart…"
"That's my business, mate. Since you haven't taken away my eyes or my brain, you can't stop me from observing and thinking. You can keep your opinion, but I'll keep mine too, OK?"
Ending with a piece of awkward English, Arthur met that pair of ink-black pupils without servility or arrogance. After quite a while he finally smiled and said, "Forget it, let's go back to talking about Gevieve."
Mo merely gave an ambiguous nod, then continued strolling slowly down the passageway, his tone indifferent as he spoke: "You said she's a hidden danger."
"That's right, Guivere Logan is a huge hidden danger."
"That's why you don't want to go to Griffin."
