Windsor, as a girl, you shouldn't focus so much on firearms and swords.
Windsor, even if a girl is good at horsemanship, she still has to get married.
Windsor, your investnt was not bad, but it's a pity you're a girl.
Windsor, you've actually awakened your bloodline! If only you weren't a girl, that would be great!
...
From her childhood, every ti Windsor achieved sothing, this is what her father and mother would say.
Those words of praise laced with regret…
They might as well not have said anything!
What she wanted was to be praised in the true sense!
And so, she beca fiercely competitive.
She wanted to be stronger than n.
In strength, intellect, and influence—she wished to surpass them in every aspect.
The results were naturally remarkable.
She earned unanimous recognition.
Except from her parents.
Her parents still used those words of praise laced with regret to "appreciate" her—their so-called appreciation made her suffer trendously.
Especially her mother, who utterly loathed herself.
Loathed herself for not bearing a son.
But upon seeing Windsor, she harbored no substantial resentnt, just looked at her with caring eyes, asked after her health with warmth, and then let out a sigh.
This made Windsor feel even more tornted.
She even felt she was going mad.
And it was at that ti—
Her mother died.
It was proclaid to be an accident.
But in reality, it was…
Suicide!
Due to the enormous pressure of not bringing a male heir to the Windsor family, she chose to end her life.
At that ti, Windsor couldn't understand why her mother wouldn't just continue to conceive and give birth to a brother for her, until she accidentally discovered her father crying at her mother's gravestone with his lover—the son of the Windsor family's old butler.
That discovery made her father and his lover completely let go of everything.
The two of them retired to live in the Windsor family's graveyard.
This act won the admiration of everyone in the Ainhars Territory.
As for Windsor, she remained silent.
She didn't know what to say or what to do.
She began to live in a stupor.
Until the old butler brought news that Kalal, the Marquess of Ainhars's nephew, had arrived, and due to etiquette, she had to deal with him.
Then, in the back garden of the marquess's mansion, she discovered sothing extrely interesting—as she hid from that idiotic Lori, she saw Kalal.
Rumors had it that Kalal, who was arrogant and disdainful due to his exceptional talent, was here having a secret eting with a male servant of the Marquess of Ainhars's family.
A brief conversation was enough to let her realize that Kalal was in disguise.
He had disguised not only his personality but also his talent.
This guy's talent was stronger than she had imagined.
Like a cunning wolf waiting for opportunities.
In response, Windsor uncontrollably wanted to get involved.
She thought she needed to find sothing to do for herself.
For instance: Overthrow the Ainhars family and have the Windsor family take their place.
Or…
Be discovered by the Ainhars family, and have the entire Windsor family walk into the grave.
Whichever the outco, she was ready to accept it.
So, she began to take action.
Everything was going very smoothly.
Five years!
She had been preparing for five years!
But just when she was about to make her move, Kalal suddenly 'ran away', because the Southern Lost Spirit dium, the very Kalal she had high hopes for, had left the Ainhars Territory.
Five years of planning went down the drain.
Yet Windsor felt no anger at all.
The lady's inner indifference allowed her to continue waiting.
Because she knew very well that so things could not be truly resolved by simply running away.
As heirs of the Ainhars family, they would definitely strike at Kalal again, and Kalal would not remain passive in his defense.
That would be her opportunity.
Fully aware of this, Lady Windsor waited patiently.
And then, she started to wonder about the Southern Lost Spirit dium, who had changed Kalal's original mind.
She consciously began gathering information about the spirit dium.
Incredible!
That was her most direct feeling after seeing so of the news!
It also made her suspicious.
She always felt as if the spirit dium was the most qualified actor, appearing at the most appropriate place, as if everything had been arranged.
She even thought it was a sche of the Ainhars family.
But now!
Lady Windsor no longer thought so!
Facing Arthur who had slain the 'Devourer' Imola with a single sword stroke, the lady had no more doubts.
Because, given the strength Arthur had displayed, he did not need to make those arrangents.
Those arrangents were just a bluff.
And Arthur?
He was genuinely talented.
He was absolutely powerful.
Of course, most importantly, Lady Windsor felt she could continue with her plan—
When a "Hand of Void" lifted her up and floated her toward the deck of the 'Oriental', the lady did not resist at all, and even thanked him outright as soon as her feet touched the deck.
"Thank you for rescuing , Lord Kledos.
If not for you, we would have died at the mouth of the 'Devourer' like Lori, Burton, and Little Tami."
Her words carried a hidden agenda, but still maintained the face of Ainhars Territory.
The young nobles present would definitely not speak of those unsightly matters.
Not only would it be a loss of their dignity, but since Lori had died, such a statent could easily be taken by the Marquess of Ainhars as slander.
All the surviving young nobles exchanged glances and then agreed on their story.
"May they rest in peace!
And also Kama, Harlan, and Darnel!
Lord Kledos, we thank you again for your rescue, and we will rember it for a lifeti!"
The young man nad Yakaz stood out on behalf of Larya and Leonides.
In Ainhars Territory, aside from the Marquess of Ainhars, there was also an earl, a viscount, three barons, and four lords.
The family of Count Bernaken had withered away due to generations without an Awakening.
Viscount Windsor's family was represented by Windsor.
And of the remaining three barons and four lords, Tami had died, while the sons of Baron Kama and Baron Harlan, as well as Darnel, perished in the earlier 'retreat'.
Only Lady Windsor, Yakaz, Larya, and Leonides survived.
These three young people had indescribable sorrow in their eyes.
Ten companions had set out together, and now only they remained.
Even though there had been conflicts among them on normal days.
But at this mont, the reality was indeed a case of 'when one weeps, the other feels the sorrow'.
The three young people subconsciously stood behind Lady Windsor—not only because of the family titles but also because of Windsor's recent actions, which led them to make this choice.
Arthur, after accepting this thanks, said softly.
"You may rest on the 'Oriental'.
Believe , it's all over."
The young Southern Lost Spirit dium said this and then walked towards the bow again, to solemnly gaze at the ceaseless surges of the Inland River Water, as if mourning for those who had just perished—an aura of 'Divine Might' mixed with Swift Bird Sword Intent had thoroughly ravaged the 'Devourer', and was now fading.
The sliced-open Inner River Water surged back once more.
The water concealed everything.
Of course, that was not the point.
The point was the gold in the 'Devourer's' belly and the body of the 'Devourer' itself.
Arthur had seen the glint of gold himself.
And from afar, the pet giant snake Nidhogg conveyed its desire from the bottom of his heart.
In response, Arthur was not stingy—
'Go, consu it!'
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