They all call me Great Master

Lucius, as always, maintained silence and sat down beside Yula—this was Yula's rule; as long as she was present, Lucius had to be close to her.

At first, Lucius was very resistant.

But for the sake of revenge, Lucius had no choice.

And now?

The feeling of resistance was still there.

Habit?

Some things are impossible to get used to.

Once, a fat man said that one could get used to eating shit, perhaps even developing a taste for shrimp fried with leeks, but if you had preconceived notions about someone from the start, those would truly be hard to change until death.

Because, once you put on tinted glasses, every action of the other person seems malicious.

With the passage of time, these prejudices deepen, instead of turning into habit.

But Lucius was different.

Because...

Lucius's feelings toward Yula weren't prejudice.

They were genuine wariness.

And Yula truly was malicious.

Just like at this moment—

Yula turned her body, supporting her left hand beneath her ear, adopting a pose that highlighted the curves of her body as much as possible to face Lucius.

Her vacant right hand gently slid across Lucius's shoulder.

But when it touched Lucius's upper arm, Yula's right hand changed into a gesture with her index finger extended, and she began to tap on Lucius's arm bit by bit.

"Darling, could you tell me where you've just been?"

Yula asked with a smile.

"I picked up that cat belonging to the South Los 'Spirit Medium' while strolling on the deck and returned it to him. After that, he invited me for two cups of orange tea,"

Lucius told the truth.

The young Avenger knew that lying was unlikely to fool Yula by his side.

So, the young Avenger cleverly omitted some details.

"Oh?

Is that so?"

Yula inquired.

And she leaned her entire body closer.

The lady pressed her chin on Lucius's shoulder and wrapped her right hand around Lucius's waist, while her left hand began to slide up and down in front of Lucius's chest.

Feeling Lucius's tense body, the lady's mouth echoed with a clear laugh.

"Darling, what are you nervous about?"

"I'm not nervous, I'm just uncomfortable,"

Lucius replied, frowning deeply.

"Ah, still uncomfortable.

You have to learn to get used to it!

After all...

You are getting more and more fragrant!"

The lady said, and without warning, she raised both hands and clutched at Lucius's neck.

It wasn't playful.

Nor was it a joke.

She was genuinely exerting force, tightening her grip bit by bit; Lucius's neck was constricted bit by bit, and a feeling of suffocation began to set in, his face turned red, then started to turn purplish.

The pain of impending death spread with the instincts of his body.

Yula perceived it carefully.

She had not wanted to resort to such measures.

Because it would affect the taste of the 'fruit'.

However, the appearance of that South Los 'Spirit Medium' made her guard rise.

She never believed the words that Lucius said.

Lucius was a 'Seed' she had selectively bred, having been involved in its germination from the start, not to mention cultivating it carefully.

She knew Lucius too well.

Moreover...

She had already tampered with Lucius in various ways.

Faced with the carefully chosen seed, she would never be 'indifferent'.

Feeling the imminent birth of Death, Yula released her hands, activated the secret technique, and gently asked—

"Tell me, what just happened?"

"Cough, cough, I was just walking on the deck..."

Lucius fell onto the carpet, coughing as he recounted everything that had just occurred, unlike the previous omissions, this time, the young Avenger told Yula everything in minute detail, even mentioning that the cup of orange tea was very tasty.

After saying all this, the young Avenger completely collapsed onto the carpet, his body curling involuntarily amid the streams of tears and snot.

This unconscious spectacle drew Yula's attention.

Yula chuckled as she placed her foot on the young Avenger's head and rubbed slowly; then, she even extended her toes into the young Avenger's mouth.

Feeling the warmth, experiencing Lucius's pain and torment, Yula's thoughts became agile.

The lady connected the information in Lucius's words and one conjecture after another arose at the bottom of her heart, then the scenes at the dockyard also appeared, following that, such conjectures started to become clearer, and each clearer guess changed the lady's expression slightly.

First was surprise.

Then amazement.

Next came realization.

And then...

It was excitement.

"So it's like this!

Wonderful! Wonderful!

The glory of my lord shall spread across the land!"

The lady murmured to herself.

It wasn't the murmur of thought but seemed somewhat delirious.

And this delirious state was clearly conveyed to Arthur's view.

'Not only is there a secret technique similar to torture and interrogation, but there is also one for reconstruction?

Every interrogator would certainly be envious of such a technique.'

Arthur made such a remark while he recalled the changes in Yula's expressions just now.

Arthur of course didn't have a similar reconstructive technique, so he naturally had to rely on himself.

Fortunately, Arthur was not overly foolish.

And besides, everything before him was a trap he had set.

'The surprise must be that the 'God of the Inland River' is my friend.

Amazement must be because I am willing to compensate Lucius.

The excitement must be about... the 'my lord' Yula mentioned!'

Arthur thought to himself, unable to resist narrowing his eyes.

At this moment, Arthur felt like a fisherman who encounters an unexpected gust of wind.

'My lord? My lord?

Besides the 'Inland River Cult,' is there another sect?

No!

It's not just that there is another, but they have even sent believers like Yula to infiltrate the 'Inland River Cult'—if that's the case...

The next step would be for Yula to incite a dispute between me and the 'Inland River Cult'!'

Arthur conjectured from Yula's perspective.

Arthur didn't know why Yula had infiltrated the 'Inland River Cult.'

But it was definitely with malicious intent.

If there's a chance to provoke a war between the 'Spirit Medium' of South Los and the 'Inland River Cult,' the other party would be very willing.

After all, the 'Spirit Medium' of South Los and the 'God of the Inland River' are friends, and the 'Inland River Cult' has been using the name of the 'God of the Inland River' all along.

With such a premise, wouldn't it be reasonable for the 'Spirit Medium' of South Los to take action?

Thinking thus, Arthur looked once more towards the first-class cabin where Yula and Lucius were—

By now, Yula had completely returned to normal.

Then, the lady began whispering the Glyphic Language.

She needed to ensure that no one had Peeped here during the time her mind was in a trance.

Invisible ripples filled the entire cabin and, having found no Peeping secret techniques, the lady's mouth curved up slightly, then, she walked towards her luggage.

There, was an item of paramount importance!