Cassandra Credos!
Jimte and Kalal squinted their eyes imdiately.
They had never t this lady, but her na was etched in their mories.
Because—
The surna Credos!
The lord they served ca from this family!
Therefore, the bearers of this surna were not only imprinted on their souls, but there was also quite detailed information on each of them.
Just like this lady, Cassandra Credos.
Black eyes, black hair, dimples when she smiles, not only was she extrely beautiful, but her disposition was fiercely independent, far from the gentle nature of typical ladies.
In fact, she possessed qualities akin to a knight.
Of course, making suitors cry was seen by so as a rather rare quality.
In short, she was a lady who exhibited excellence from a young age, much like the 'children of other families' often praised by adults.
Unless their lord stepped 'forward' on his own, everyone would think this way.
But with their lord's voluntary move, certain clues erged—
Firstly, this lady did not, as rumored, co to the Inner Bay to enroll in the 'Saint Joan of Arc Girls' College.'
Secondly, several adventurers had seen a 'Lone Traveller' resembling this lady in the wilderness and ruins, who was ruthless and unrciful, exterminating at least six expedition teams with incredible prowess.
Those six expedition teams were not the unknown.
On the contrary, each was quite renowned, neither inferior to the 'Storm Sword.'
Finally, and very importantly, this elusive lady seed to always foresee certain things, not only rendering traps set by the family and friends of the six expedition teams ineffective but also tracing connections to eradicate related individuals completely.
Initially, Jimte and Kalal paid slight attention to this 'Lone Traveller.'
After all, female Lone Travellers were quite rare.
As for the displayed strength and ruthlessness?
Every year so geniuses and strong ones erge.
Being ruthless was a necessary trait in the wild.
Although those six expedition teams always positioned themselves as victims, the reality?
Most likely not entirely.
Imagine, in a barren wilderness or ruins, what happens when a group encounters a lone woman?
Perhaps so won in the group might prevent the worst from happening, but if she had so gains?
The worst scenario could be inevitable.
Jimte and Kalal even bet on how long this female Lone Traveller could be active.
But after pledging loyalty to Arthur, as they collected intelligence, once this female Lone Traveller gradually overlapped with Cassandra Credos, their attitude changed.
From spectating, to alert watching.
As for contacting Cassandra?
Without Arthur's approval, they absolutely wouldn't do so.
After all, they weren't sure of their lord's true relationship with that aunt.
Born nobles, both had witnessed and experienced too many intrigues and massacres among bloodkin.
So, upon hearing Amy's words, they halted, and Jimte paused his attack, but his vigilance intensified.
Why did this lady suddenly appear in the Inner Bay now?
Was it benevolent, or malevolent?
Jimte speculated, his mind racing.
He needed to ascertain these.
To discern the other's intentions.
If benevolent, everyone would be pleased.
If malevolent...
He would have to act and eradicate these folks.
Clearly, their intelligence was outdated.
This lady was no 'Lone Traveller,' but had ford her own force, with an impressively large number of subordinates.
Would a normal person accept a Killing Demon as a subordinate?
If Killing Demons were controllable, nobles would have long begun to artificially create them.
Killing Demons are uncontrollable.
A slight mistake would be disastrous.
It was precisely this understanding that halted the nobles' terrifying plans.
Jimte thought to himself, his smile growing gentle, as he stepped forward to shield Kalal, hiding Kalal and his sword in his shadow, then asked chucklingly—
"Proof!
Bring forth your proof!
Otherwise, I simply can't believe you!"
Hearing this, Amy was taken aback.
After all, her boss had only sent them here to greet the two of them.
As for more matters and alleged proof?
None was provided to them.
Instinctively, Amy turned to look at Shara.
Shara blinked with bewildernt.
Their appearance caused Jimte's smile to fade.
"Do you two have no proof of representing Cassandra Credos, making feel fooled?"
As he spoke, Jimte's face noticeably darkened.
Of course, Jimte did not doubt Amy and Shara.
In fact, Jimte was 80% sure Amy and Shara were indeed here for that lady.
His words were deliberate, naturally.
He wished to test the extent of that lady's force.
Sending two Killing Demons for an invitation?
Is absurd.
What if the two Killing Demons go berserk?
There must be a backup plan.
And the person implenting this backup plan is truly worth noting—, not only representing the lady's current high-end combat capability but also her style of conduct.
And her attitude towards their lord.
The latter is particularly crucial.
Jimte's machinations were instantly understood by Kalal.
The young noble pursed his lips, positioning his body entirely within the shadows Jimte provided, both hands tightly gripping the sword handle.
Though his relationship with the Marquess of Ainhars was typical, he had learned so sword skills from the Ainhars Family.
Especially the 'Sword Draw Slash'!
He was confident that if he drew his sword, he could instantly eliminate either Amy or Shara across from him.
Which one should he choose?
Kalal's eyes began to gleam coldly.
While across from them, Amy and Shara felt their hair stand on end.
That cold malice pricked the nerves of the two ladies.
Amy seed to see the sickening gaze of her stepfather and those bastards again, her muscles instinctively knotted and swelled in a mont, filling her loose robe.
anwhile, Shara laughed quietly—
"Chop off your hand, chop off your leg, chop off your head, rearrange them into a bonsai, a lovely bonsai, hee hee hoo hoo haha."
In the mad laughter, an invisible wind began to gather.
From nothing to sothing, then growing sharp.
Both were poised to strike, a battle seed unavoidable.
But just at this mont—
"Wait!"
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