Losa teased, "So you're also two-timing?"

"Also?"

Hog, nonchalant, said, "Ahem, the Catastrophe of the Ocean—is merely a tool to serve you, how can it compare to you?

Sir, shall we return now?"

"Hmm, let's also see if there are any usable materials from this Dragon Bone."

"I doubt there are any."

...

As it turned out.

Hog was right.

The remains of a true Sea Dragon, upon closer inspection, revealed many small holes. Over countless days, they had been gnawed through by sea creatures.

Even inside, there were quite a few small sea creatures residing.

The newly deceased subspecies of Sea Dragon had most of its essence greedily devoured by the "Catastrophe of the Ocean", leaving the rest, whether for forging or as fertilizer, of little use.

Losa exchanged it at the system's Spoils Store, gaining only fifty Suludes Gold Coins.

The awakening of the Dragon Bloodline increased again, which was good, and this level of awakening was still within the range of Losa's spiritual power capacity.

He looked up.

The seawater above shimmered with a pale golden light.

The dawn illuminated the shallow waters, allowing Losa to clearly see the fish swimming freely overhead, a sense of light replacing the darkness that had engulfed him.

Splash—

Losa walked out of the water.

Jeanne stood on the shore, dressed in silvery white Knight Armor, frowning, and staring intently at Losa.

Seeing nothing unusual about Losa, she relaxed a bit: "As a Feudal Lord, it's not right to leave your vassals and subjects without a word."

Losa quickly offered an apologetic smile, "Sorry, it was my mistake."

"Huh."

Jeanne looked at the coldly elegant Prajna in a silky black dress and teased, "Off on a date? Tsk, should I start calling you Countess soon?"

Prajna glanced at her without saying a word.

Jeanne wisely refrained from pushing further to avoid being challenged to a duel, knowing she'd have no chance against Prajna one-on-one.

Of course, she could run.

Losa added, "Jeanne, I should've informed you, but I didn't want to wake you, so I only told someone to inform Kurs at dawn."

"You would've woken me with the Holy Spear anyway."

Jeanne said exasperatedly.

"That's not a good reason. If it was just to date Miss Prajna, you didn't have to go so far."

"Sorry, but it wasn't just that."

Losa wanted to say that he was on official business, with a date thrown in, was it necessary to receive such criticism?

"Better think about how you'll face Miss Furin when you get back."

Losa beamed, unperturbed, "No worries, she should still be asleep at this time."

Jeanne scoffed, "Sorry, but Miss Furin usually wakes up late only when you're around."

…

Early morning at Eira Port.

The farmer soldiers in the port were promoting the benefits of converting faith to their former compatriots.

The City Guard Army stood by the notice board, announcing the new lord's ordinance prohibiting public urination and defecation.

Losa walked over the newly renovated paving tiles and returned to the mansion.

As he pushed the door open and entered the room.

The room was empty.

Looking up, he saw a white-haired girl hanging upside down from the ceiling, looking listlessly at him.

Losa couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

"Sorry, Furin, last night Hog came to find me, and I didn't want to wake you..."

He attempted to explain.

But Furin wasn't a fool; she turned into a small bat and flew out the window.

Prajna frowned, "Go after her."

Losa responded with a nod.

Furin was a child lacking love and security; her long life had not brought her plenty of experience.

Like the mermaid princess in fairy tales who would be whisked away by the prince.

...

Hiding in the attic, clutching a box of chocolate cookies, Furin pulled her legs up, looking saddened.

She tried eating a chocolate stick; it was hazelnut-flavored, very sweet, making a crunchy sound as she chewed.

But she then remembered that this thing didn't belong to her but a Wolf Race princess named Chelina's.

She was merely borrowing it and felt even sadder.

The attic ladder.

Footsteps were heard.

Tears, once held back, started streaming down Furinjira's face.

"I know."

"I know everything."

"In your eyes, I'm not important at all."

The footsteps paused slightly.

Kurs popped his head through, wearing an awkward smile, "Miss, why would you think that? Both the master and I see you as the most important person."

Furinjira looked at Kurs's albino-like old face, and her tears flowed like a breached dam.

Feeling utterly wronged.

Old Kurs felt stifled. He really saw Furinjira as his daughter, but she clearly wasn't the apple of the old father's eye.

"Kurs, let me."

Losa's voice, tinged with helplessness.

He came up to the attic, noticing the sunlight filtering through the small side window, and Furin deliberately hiding in the shadows, he paused, stunned.

Though he said nothing aloud.

Initially, he thought, "Is it really that big of a deal?"

But seeing Furin, all he felt was heartache.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone in the room."

"Last night, Captain Hog came to find me..."

```

Losa briefly recounted the events of last night, but seeing Furin still unresponsive, he felt at a loss as to how to proceed.

Question on Bihu: What to do if your girlfriend is mad?

Answer: Suggest breaking up, next question.

Losa fell into the category of answering "suggest breaking up."

He had no choice but to stretch his arm in front of the little white-haired Vampire by his ear: "Anyway, I know I was wrong. If you're still upset, just drink a couple of sips of my blood."

Furin didn't speak, just bit down immediately.

The pain wasn't intense.

Losa didn't struggle either.

For a long time.

Furin lifted her head.

There was no trace of blood on her lips, and only a little clear saliva smeared Losa's arm, leaving two rows of teeth marks.

The little girl, eyes brimming with tears: "You have to promise me, I will always be your most important one."

Losa agreed decisively.

You are all the most important to me!

"Alright, stop crying. This doesn't suit your title as the Blood Princess."

Furin sniffled, trying hard to stop crying.

The sobbing paused momentarily, then intensified.

"Can't a Blood Princess cry? Who says so?"

...

The morning was spent coaxing the little girl.

Fortunately, Losa had nothing urgently requiring his attention—Kurs was much better at handling domestic affairs than he was, like a large computer.

Losa might forget some trivial matters, but Kurs wouldn't.

He was happy to play the hands-off manager.

The "good neighbor" next door, Piercer Rauf, was temporarily quiet.

The entire Eira Port exuded a peaceful and harmonious vibe, with merchants coming and going, smiling wryly as they paid taxes to the Tax Officers led by Mueller.

Hans, with a team of Winged Cavalry patrolling the borders, was always ready to fend off neighborly attacks on nearby farms.

The civilians, relieved from the shadow of war, quickly adapted to the new order brought by Losa and tried to settle down.

The tavern in the port also returned to its former bustle and noise.

Everyone knew it was the calm before the storm.

…

Jerusalem.

Prajna's two newly-written books were delivered to the city's printing workshop by a merchant caravan from Eira Port.

The two new books were sequels to "Demon Hunter" and "Song of Winter and Summer," not for profit but to maintain the books' popularity and keep Gwent Card from cooling off.

Shortly after the caravan entered the city.

Two Witches from Constantinople arrived together, heading towards the Royal Palace.

The Witch, under the guise of the Ducas Family's Purple Robe Princess, met with the King of Jerusalem.

"Your Majesty, I'm not sure if you still need an advisor."

The veiled witch smiled as she spoke.

Baldwin IV frowned and said, "There's no objection, but Madam, what do you wish to gain from me?"

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, I am good friends with your most trusted Count Losa."

"I intend to set up an office in Jerusalem and, by the way, would like my student to serve as a Mage advisor for you."

Anna nudged the little witch next to her: "Nishaya, greet His Majesty, from today on, you will stay by His Majesty's side."

Baldwin IV frowned: "Please explain your intentions."

Anna said somewhat helplessly, "You really are cautious—I hope my student can learn some knowledge from you."

Baldwin IV puzzled: "I'm not skilled in magic spells."

"You are a Wise Man, and your subject, Count Losa, admires you greatly."

Baldwin IV chuckled lightly: "But I can't guarantee to teach this child anything."

Anna stroked the little witch's head: "Teaching her caution, cleverness, and wisdom is enough—she almost lost her life earlier due to being rash and careless."

…

Time hurried by.

The new week's card draw did not bring Miss Chelina to Losa's side.

The reward was still a building called the Recruit Training Camp, where any recruit trained could more quickly improve their weapon proficiency and combat skills.

This greatly helps to improve the combat effectiveness of the Farmer Soldiers.

After all, in this age, it takes at least a year to train a truly elite force.

Losa had just finished a meditation session, feeling somewhat fatigued as he lay on the bed.

This meditation seemed to break through a barrier, significantly changing the scenery during meditation.

His consciousness body ascended from the once illusory starry sky to a real one, detached from his body, and continued to float upward until it encompassed the entire mansion.

Looking down from the sky, his aura manifested as a gigantic black Demon Dragon, coiled deep within the mansion.

Powerful or not, uncertain.

But the aura was truly intimidating, no wonder it frightened an Abyss Lord so much—speaking of which, it's unknown whether that Abyss Lord returned to the Abyss or not.

In the mansion, two intense blood glows, one clear and the other dark red, the former should be Furinjira, and the latter is Kurs, skilled in Blood Shadow Secret Technique.

The Holy Knight, shimmering as if clad in Golden Armor, was naturally Jeanne.

Meanwhile, the eerie, shadowy figure, capable of absorbing all gazes, was Prajna.

Hans was a shadow full of wildness.

In the further distance of the sky, he could even see a giant oak tree standing under the sky, connected by countless threads of faith.

As for the others.

Other than the system-transferred soldiers, even ordinary people seemed shrouded in mist, unable to be seen clearly, making it impossible to be a perverted peeping tom.

Losa realized that the reason he could see these "true forms" stemmed from his bond with the retinue or rather the "bond."

The effect of entering this state was gratifying.

His Spiritual Power instantly increased by three points.

But the result was that he felt like he'd pulled all-nighters for three consecutive days, with dark circles under his eyes and a splitting headache, lying in bed, exceedingly fatigued yet without a hint of sleepiness.

Questions lingered in his mind, yet he had no one to consult with.

After pondering for some time, Losa decided to "call" Anna and explained the situation.

"Huh?"

Anna was puzzled: "Did you upgrade from the Star Spirit Body all over again?"

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