The head of Gleisa Hamlet!
Lady Windsor's heart quivered at these words.
She had anticipated that Hayes would seek the Bert Territory for Arthur, but with the sudden ntion of Gleisa Hamlet's head, everything changed.
As the eldest son of the Old Lion.
No matter how the outside world viewed or judged this Little Lion, he was still the foremost among the young nobles of South County—it was recognized by all.
The hierarchy among nobles was far stricter than commoners could imagine.
Half was determined by one's lineage.
The remaining half had to be fought for.
The process was cruel and bloody.
Being the primary heir was no easy task.
The ones who died most were also the primary heirs.
Since Gleisa Hamlet was declared the primary heir, twenty-five years had passed.
In these twenty-five years, she faced too many ordeals.
There were more than twenty assassination attempts, fifteen instances of framing and entrapnt, many of which were supposed to be certain death, yet all were overturned by Gleisa Hamlet.
And these were only the ones she knew of.
The ones she didn't know about?
Could only be more!
After all, it's well known that the tip of the iceberg above the water's surface is always just a fraction of its entirety.
Just like how Gleisa took part in managing so of Inner Bay's affairs for her father, the Old Lion of Inner Bay, including the critically important intelligence departnt—and it was since that mont that Inner Bay's spies began to beco botherso.
Unpredictable, and...
There were many of them!
You simply wouldn't know who might be a spy for Inner Bay.
At the very least, Lady Windsor could guarantee that there were no less than a hundred spies from Inner Bay in Ainhars Territory.
Other territories?
In places like South Los, there would only be more!
The local lords naturally resented this.
But to no avail.
The Old Earl of South Los was particularly resentful and, despite several private conflicts, never managed to completely eliminate these spies. Instead, it led to his own considerable loss of forces.
He even ca close to losing control of South Los altogether.
It wasn't until the Countess took charge that things improved slightly.
But everyone knew that Inner Bay's spies in South Los were becoming more nurous.
Even though the Countess had recently carried out a thorough purge of these spies, as ti passed, they were sure to reappear!
Because Gleisa not only possessed cunning and deceit but also inherited the 'generosity' of the Old Lion—when it ca to winning over those she needed, the Little Lion never stinted on gold coins.
More importantly, Gleisa could afford the price.
No one would doubt that.
After all, Inner Bay had gold mines.
These were all Gleisa's achievents.
No one would underestimate this Little Lion.
And for this reason, everyone considered her the leading figure of South County's young noble generation.
As for the fact that this Little Lion was far older than the other young nobles, is it unfair?
Not one noble would utter such words.
If anyone did, and their parents heard it, they would be stripped of their succession rights.
No family needs such a naïve fool as an heir.
Therefore, Lady Windsor was very clear, unless one could deliver a truly lethal blow, one should never strike against Gleisa.
Otherwise, it would only invite endless reprisal.
And...
The Old Lion's intervention!
Once the Old Lion took action, it would equate to war engulfing all of South County!
And that was the reason behind Lady Windsor's trembling heart.
It's not that she feared war, but she believed that if a war broke out now, it would be disadvantageous for her side—with the exception of Arthur, a high-level combatant, those below were far too inferior and, even if they erged victorious, they would not be able to gain more tangible benefits.
Such as: land!
All these require manpower to manage!
Yet Hayes said such words...
'This guy has already prepared everything?!'
Lady Windsor could hardly believe it.
But Jimte and Kalal were not overly surprised.
Because they truly had a card in their hand—
Alvis Hamlet!
That mber of the Golden Lion Family who once went by the na Dorn in South Los and got his ship blown up on the way back to Inner Bay.
After rescuing this Alvis Hamlet, whether it was Jimte, Kalal, or Hayes, they were all 'training' this mber of the Golden Lion Family with their respective ans.
At this mont, the four of them had already beco friends who could talk about anything.
And, they gave that young man so illusions.
For example: not only did they hit it off at first sight, but Jimte, Kalal, and Hayes were all genuinely convinced by him, willing to submit, especially Jimte, who was an exceptionally kind person, ready to go through fire and water for him.
There's a chance indeed!
But it wasn't absolute!
Nor could it stop the Old Lion's retaliation!
Subconsciously, Jimte and Kalal looked towards the woman by Hayes's side.
Manta!
Hayes's woman!
She was also the Old Lion's spy in Bert Territory!
With Manta's help, the odds would be sowhat better, but it still wasn't enough!
Jimte and Kalal pondered for about a second.
Then, the two young n thought of the seventeen won Hayes had brought back from Gleisa.
'There must be the Little Lion's spies among them!'
The two young n were very certain.
Because only then would Hayes be so definite.
Hayes noticed his two friends' gazes and imdiately touched his nose—
"Don't look at like that!
Lemo is Manta's sister. If I dared let Lemo get involved in this matter, Manta would probably refuse to let into her bed again."
With frank words, Manta raised her hand again.
It was different from her light pat earlier.
This ti it was placed on her lower back, twisting as she went.
Hayes grimaced in pain but didn't dare to let out a sound, pointing at the ssenger Stone while putting his hands together in a pleading gesture towards Manta.
Manta, satisfied, released her hand.
Hayes, anwhile, rubbed his lower back, appearing in great discomfort.
Then, just as Manta thought she might have been too harsh and started to worry, this nephew of Count Bert spoke to the ssenger Stone—
"My lord, would you mind if your 'Na of Calamity' beca even more exaggerated?"
The nephew of Count Bert's words were filled with probing.
Upon hearing such tests, Arthur couldn't help but laugh.
'Proud man!
Are you trying to test whether I'm truly worthy of your loyalty?'
Arthur was certain that if he said he minded, he would be deed unfit in Hayes's eyes, not suitable to follow.
And if he said he didn't mind?
That would also range between qualified and unqualified.
Everything would depend on his subsequent behavior before the nephew of Count Bert would make a real decision.
In short, both yes and no were incorrect.
And the truly correct answer?
It erged in Arthur's mind.
It wasn't that Arthur was particularly clever.
It was just that he was all too familiar with the tactics Hayes used.
Therefore, at the next mont, the young Southern Lost Spirit dium said—
"You want to provoke a war between Gleisa and Bert Territory?"
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