They all call me Great Master

"Yes!"

Lady Windsor nodded.

In front of Arthur, to whom she had pledged allegiance with the 'Lionheart Ceremony,' this lady had no intention of concealing anything.

Arthur looked at Lady Windsor before him, noticing the eagerness in her brown eyes, and couldn't help but feel a throbbing in his temples—while others worried about subordinates being lazy and useless, his were just too diligent and useful.

Jimte, Kalal, Hayes, and Windsor were all extremely adept at hiding.

Yet, their personalities and styles were slightly different.

Jimte habitually disguised himself as gentle, like a cat hiding its claws, ready to consume without leaving a trace.

Kalal was fierce beneath his arrogance, somewhat like a sword in a scabbard, ensuring relentless pursuit once drawn.

Although Arthur hadn't interacted much with Hayes, based on his style, he felt this nephew of Count Bert resembled a snake.

Simply put, Arthur wouldn't be surprised if the most sinister and poisonous tricks came from him.

And Lady Windsor was completely different from the three.

Because—

After what she experienced due to her gender, she was indifferent to those of the same gender but absolutely defiant towards men.

Just like now.

If not handled properly, it could cause a rift among these four crucial subordinates.

Arthur would not be so careless.

He had planned everything long ago.

"Windsor, do you know why I appointed you as the head of the Ainhars branch of 'Miss Qiu's Security Company'?"

Arthur asked with a smile.

"It's because of my familiarity with Ainhars, the availability of staff, and my noble status."

Lady Windsor calmly analyzed.

"Correct, but not entirely."

Arthur nodded, without refuting.

Then, as the lady looked puzzled, Arthur lowered his voice and said—

"There is a team needing to rest within the Ainhars Territory.

Afterward, they will head to the Inner Bay.

During this process, they must not be discovered.

Among all my subordinates, only you, Windsor, can accomplish this."

Arthur's words invigorated Lady Windsor.

This lady relished the feeling of being trusted.

At the same time, she did not let it go to her head.

She asked very calmly.

"How many people are in this team?"

"Fifty."

Arthur replied succinctly.

These fifty were naturally his Death Warriors... no, his 'Zodiac Constellations,' 'Seven Generals of the Sea,' and '108 Stars of Death.'

Though the numbers hadn't been fully gathered, the day would eventually come.

Their special nature reassured Arthur.

They were indispensable for someone lacking manpower in the Inner Bay.

"Fifty people?

No problem!"

Lady Windsor thought for a moment, then gave her assurance.

The convoy she managed could seamlessly integrate these fifty individuals into the journey to the Inner Bay.

But...

Isn't fifty people a bit too few for the Inner Bay?

Lady Windsor did not hide this sentiment, and Arthur noticed it.

Immediately, he laughed.

"They are not ordinary."

Arthur spoke these words and walked towards the door.

Most of the matters in the Ainhars Territory had been quite smoothly resolved, but there was still one thing he needed to handle personally.

If done well...

He might just see a tenfold increase in his gains!

Arthur put on his coat, picked up his cane, donned his hat, and headed out, with Pendragon lightly leaping off the couch to follow him.

While Lady Windsor was still savoring Arthur's words, she immediately rose and bowed, seeing Arthur off.

Creak!

The cabin door closed slowly with an almost imperceptible creak.

In the dark, the figure of the orange cat disappeared outside the door.

Lady Windsor stood there for a long time without coming back to herself.

'They aren't ordinary?

Could it be...

All fifty of them are Mystic Side people?

Possibly with significant strength?

Surely, they can't all be Arcana Level, can they?'

The more the lady thought, the more it seemed possible.

After all, the rumored Kledos Family is indeed a Millennial Family!

Instantly, the lady was full of anticipation.

And the moment the door closed behind him, Arthur looked helplessly at Pendragon, who had jumped onto his shoulder—

"Pan, do you know how heavy you are?

Daddy's shoulder can't bear your weight!"

"Meow meow meow~"

Pendragon meowed repeatedly, like a clip.

Moreover, it continued to nuzzle Arthur with its head.

Seeing this, Arthur, who wanted to say something further, sighed helplessly.

Without a doubt, compared to those four problem children, Pendragon was genuinely the one causing Arthur a headache.

He truly had no way to deal with Pendragon.

Raising his hand, he gently rubbed Pendragon's forehead with his fingers, then turned towards the top cabin of the 'Oriental.'

At this moment, music was playing throughout the 'Oriental,' accompanied by the laughter of people.

No one could refuse delicious food and beverages.

Especially when these food and drinks were all free.

Moreover, there were mini-games included.

"The hidden wine of the Marquess of Ainhars should be even more delicious, right?"

Arthur mumbled softly, quickening his pace.

The young Spirit Medium pushed open his cabin door.

At first glance, the lead box coffin appeared in front of him.

And before Arthur could take off his coat again, the voice of the 'Lady of Sorrow' rang out—

"Did you instruct your subordinates to openly discuss future plans in front of me, trying to use me to tip off the Old Lion and Little Lion?

Let me tell you, I've been tricked once.

I won't let it happen again this time!

I am determined not to let you succeed!"

The lady's voice was sharp, full of anger.

It had every right to be angry!

The supposedly assured kill had been dissolved.

No!

It wasn't merely resolved; it had turned into a complete advantage for the other side!

This feeling was more unbearable than death for it.

And it had been insulted again.

Having learned its lesson once, did the damned Spirit Medium in front of it think it would fall for it again?

How could that be possible!

Thus, despite hearing those discussions, it hadn't exposed anything.

It absolutely couldn't allow the damned Spirit Medium in front of it to have its way again.

"Oh?"

Facing the lady's anger, Arthur showed not the slightest reaction, responding as if it were routine, as he began tidying his coat, hat, and cane, then poured himself a cup of orange tea with double honey.

He gently sipped while unfastening the top buttons of his shirt.

This indifference made the 'Lady of Sorrow' feel even more humiliated.

"You..."

The ensuing words were cut off abruptly.

Because Arthur placed a sword and an insect on the table—

Sword: [Spider Blood Claw].

Insect: [Blood of Doting].

The dark and crimson longsword hummed and vibrated.

The crimson crystal ring trembled constantly as well.

Both were raring to go.

They were filled with hunger.