Oriental, upper deck, terrace.
Marinda sat in Arthur's chair, holding a cup of orange tea with double honey.
She took a small sip, and as the sweet and sour taste began to spread at the tip of her tongue, the lady's gaze shifted to the lead box on the table.
It was the one prepared by the Marquess of West Berlin.
With the embarrassing departure of the Marquess of West Berlin, it had become an ownerless item and was taken by her for use.
The fact that the lead box could contain the 'Lady of Sorrow' surprised her a bit.
However, what surprised her even more were Arthur's arrangements.
'You rascal, how did you know that the Marquess of West Berlin would surely fail?'
Or was it...
'all your arrangement?'
Marinda thought to herself, slightly lifting her head to look at the moon in the night sky.
