Sitting on the sofa, Lady Windsor listened to Arthur's narration.
She knew about the history of the Demon Hunters.
Her father had told her more than once that her ancestors were among the best Demon Hunters.
However...
Why would she be related to the 'Blood Drinker,' Haibo?
He was regarded as a Divine Spirit, just like the 'Devourer,' Imola.
More importantly, she turned out to be a descendant of that 'Blood Drinker.'
For this, the lady felt no honor whatsoever.
What she felt was only fear.
At this mont, Lady Windsor finally understood why Arthur had asked her for fresh blood.
It was to kill the 'Blood Drinker.'
If the other did not die, then it would be her turn to face death.
Lady Windsor believed that the 'Blood Drinker' would never allow his flaws to be exposed.
Simply put, if the 'Blood Drinker' did not die, her death was certain.
Under normal circumstances, Lady Windsor would have stood up to thank him by now and quickly used this as an opportunity to get closer to him.
But at this ti, Lady Windsor was sowhat distraught.
Or rather, she was utterly bewildered.
She could not imagine that her father had died in such a conspiracy.
It was, so to speak, completely silent.
In an instant, a part of the lady's heart crumbled.
"I am very sorry about the death of Viscount Windsor,"
Arthur said, offering comfort.
More importantly, he offered a reminder.
This was Arthur's second test.
'Ten, nine, eight, seven...'
He counted silently.
He wanted to see the lady's reaction.
As long as she responded before he reached zero, it was acceptable.
In fact, by the ti Arthur counted to five, the lady had already reacted.
"Lord Kledos, you need not apologize.
Actually, I should thank you—I had thought your need for my blood was for sothing else, and I even had so unpleasant suspicions.
But now, I know I was wrong.
Please forgive ."
Lady Windsor rose from the sofa and then perford a noblewoman's curtsy.
Shortly thereafter, she raised her head, looked at Arthur with her brown eyes, and continued speaking.
"A verbal thanks seems too insubstantial.
I hope to express my gratitude with more concrete actions, but your romance with Miss Caesar is sothing I admire and would never dream of offending.
Therefore...'
"The thousand n in Port Pult are yours now—three hundred of them are well-trained fine soldiers, so of the remaining seven hundred are uniquely talented individuals I have recruited, and the rest are mbers of the 'Pearl Alley' gang. I believe that having them will enable you to better manage Port Pult."
As she spoke, Lady Windsor walked over to a desk and began to write down their nas.
Seeing this, Arthur almost clapped his hands.
The lady's reaction was too quick.
Or rather, her will to survive was indeed very strong.
First, she attempted to close the distance between them under the guise of gratitude, then used Marinda as a pretense to barricade any covetous thoughts he might have harbored deep within, and finally, she outright offered a thousand-man ard troop as a bargaining chip.
It was really one step after another.
Truly the 'Noble Education.'
Rarely, Arthur felt a slight admiration in his heart.
Naturally, the lady passed the second test.
As she approached the desk to start listing her subordinates' nas, Windsor continually observed Arthur discreetly.
Only after noticing that Arthur did not exhibit any peculiar reactions but instead looked on with admiration, did the lady finally breathe a slight sigh of relief.
Her father was dead.
Her biggest support was gone.
She was well aware that she had to rely on herself from now on.
But this 'from now on' would require so ti, and during this period, she not only needed to ensure her own safety but also the safety of the Windsor family.
Accomplishing these two tasks would not be easy.
She trusted her own intellect.
But she trusted others' greed even more.
Especially when she exposed her thousand-man troop, the Marquess of Ainhars, given his style, would not mind eliminating them and using it as an excuse to eradicate the entire Windsor family.
And she?
There was no question of her surviving.
So, she needed to find support.
Arthur Kledos instantly beca her lifeline.
At this ti, no one was more suitable than Arthur.
But, she couldn't truly discern what kind of person Arthur was.
So, it could only be a probe.
The current situation was quite acceptable.
At least Arthur wasn't like those disgusting individuals.
However…
It wasn't enough!
It wasn't safe!
Thinking this, the speed of writing the list by the lady sped up—not all thousand nas were written out, but the major and minor leaders were, including four Mystic Side Persons, with marked abilities and personalities.
After finishing the writing, the lady turned to look at Arthur.
Then, she knelt on one knee—
"I, Elizabeth Windsor, vowing with my own na and the honor of my bloodline, swear to Arthur Kredos that I will be loyal, fearless, and will not rest until death—glory is my life!"
The Glyphic Language activated the Spirituality.
Lionheart Ceremony!
This was the safest thod Lady Windsor had conceived.
She beca a knight of the Kledos family.
She exchanged her talents for a space to survive.
She used the fortune of the Windsor Family to ensure its continuation.
Watching the 'Spiritual Light' erging before her, Arthur smiled and clapped lightly.
Clap clap clap!
The loud sound made Lady Windsor's heart tremble.
She thought sothing unexpected had occurred.
Or perhaps her bargaining chip was insufficient.
Fear surfaced in the bottom of the lady's heart.
Arthur saw it and imdiately spoke—
"You have passed!"
Speaking so, a longsword flew out from Atos's Box, still the weapon Arthur had collected during the battle on Moon Street.
The longsword tapped the shoulder of Lady Windsor, then the hilt turned around.
Lady Windsor grasped the hilt instantly, much like a drowning person clutching at a lifeline.
Huff, huff!
Only now did the lady realize how rapid her breathing was.
And her clothes were already drenched in sweat.
'Is this what it feels like to have a narrow escape?' she mused to herself.
Yet, she firmly rembered this feeling.
She needed to rember it.
Only by doing so could she beco stronger more swiftly.
And only then could she truly understand her previous naivety.
And from now on—
she must rely on herself.
She respectfully received the 'Ceremonial Sword.'
The lady didn't stand up imdiately but waited for Arthur's command.
The knight follows.
The lord bestows rewards.
The contract is established.
It's the natural order of things.
Now, she needed to show herself.
"They are still your subordinates, you are now the head of the 'Miss Qiu's Security Company' Ainhars branch— I will arrange the specifics later.
And now?
You can take out the ssenger Stone and tell Kalal this good news,"
Arthur said, winking at the lady.
Lady Windsor was startled.
Then, the lady's body shuddered—
Could it be?!
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