They all call me Great Master

Gleisa Hamlet sat in the chair, rubbing his brow.

The Grand Duke's eldest son, who boasted a square face, thick brows, large eyes, a firm nose, and an imposing appearance, had not been having an easy time lately.

Alvis wasn't dead!

The fool who should have been easily dealt with by his men was surprisingly still alive!

Not only had he survived, but he had also joined forces with Jimte, Kalal, and Hayes.

For the Grand Duke's eldest son, who was quite concerned about Jimte—a man of Norvia Family origins engaged to the Marquess of Seberlin's second daughter—he had secretly investigated Jimte more than once.

The results were somewhat unexpected.

It wasn't just Jimte's hidden strength, but also his hidden scheming.

Gleisa was certain that Jimte's engagement with the Marquess of Seberlin's second daughter, aside from being a transaction, also showed a significant amount of sincerity.

Otherwise, with the old fox that the Marquess of Seberlin was, there was no way he would throw his daughter into the mix as a bargaining chip.

Even, it might have involved the hands of that old woman from the Norvia Family.

In simple terms, beyond the foundation of a noble alliance, Jimte's engagement involved the Marquess of Seberlin's preliminary investment and deep cooperation with the Norvia Family.

And all these were facilitated by Jimte alone!

An ambitious and masterful deceiver!

At that time, Gleisa had given Jimte a rating.

And now, such a man had saved Alvis. Even a fool could see that he had ulterior motives.

Therefore, Gleisa had directly invited Jimte to his "Winter Banquet" before the "Cold Winter Festival," intending to clearly inform Jimte of his stance and then give Jimte an opportunity to choose—In the eyes of the Grand Duke’s eldest son, this was quite normal, regardless of whether you are the son of Baron Norvia and the heir to the Norvia Family, or the fiancé of the Marquess of Seberlin's second daughter, he only needed to overwhelming crush you.

Because, he is the heir of the \\Golden Lion Family.

Because, his father is Severus Hamlet, the strongest in South County.

Because, this is Inner Bay.

However, contrary to expectations, Jimte turned down his "Winter Banquet."

Not in person.

Instead, the person he sent did not even get to see Jimte—Jimte declared the day he arrived at Inner Bay that he was closing himself off for the "Inner Bay Swordsmanship Competition."

Along with him in seclusion was Kalal, the nephew of the Marquess of Ainhars.

For this arrogant guy, Gleisa clearly understood that the opponent was merely competing with Jimte and also aimed to achieve a good position in the \\Inner Bay Swordsmanship Competition\\ to wash away the shame inflicted by the "Spirit Medium."

Regarding this, the son of the Grand Duke could understand.

Even, he was already prepared for how to woo the other party.

But Jimte's cleverness forced him to once again elevate the danger level of the other party.

Of course, all these were trivial matters.

The most important was Hayes!

Every time he thought of Count Bert’s nephew, Gleisa Hamlet's fists clenched tight.

Unlike Jimte and Kalal.

Hayes had attended his "Winter Banquet," and was welcoming of his gifts—women, money, truly the more the better.

During the entire ten-day "Cold Winter Festival," Hayes had taken about 6000 gold coins from him, and had slept with seventeen of his maidservants.

These maidservants were all meticulously trained by the Grand Duke’s eldest son—not just to attract people, but spending seventeen on one person really made the Grand Duke’s eldest son feel heartache.

Especially one named “Lemo,” who caused the Grand Duke’s eldest son even more annoyance.

That was his trump card, after all.

And what happened?

Hayes had swept her right off her feet.

Just now, when the Grand Duke’s eldest son sent someone to invite Hayes, he only found out that at noon, Hayes had spent 6000 gold coins to rent a vacation manor on the outskirts of Inner Bay and had invited the seventeen maids including Lemo for a holiday there.

“Damn bastard!

It’s spring!

Not the dead of summer!

What vacation?!”

The breathing of the Grand Duke’s eldest son became hurried; he felt like he had been swindled by Hayes.

The bastard not only slept with the women he had groomed but also used his money to do so.

If not for the promise from that scoundrel to help him contain Jimte, he would have had him killed long ago.

However, even so, the Grand Duke's eldest son still felt troubled.

After all, he had ideas about Lemo as well.

'Uncle Baro, I have already paid such a high price.

Will you still not act?

Your son Alvis has also returned safely, what are you still enduring?

You aren't perhaps waiting for your chess piece South Los 'Spirit Medium' to reach Inner Bay, are you?

Ha, do you really think that by pulling the former 'Cat Faction.Black' onto your chariot, you will have secured victory?

That's too naive!

The current Cat Faction is not what it used to be, let alone the so-called Cat Hole!

The Cat Faction with a broken 'Stairway of Ascension' is worse than mice!'

Thinking about the chess piece his uncle "put forth," the Grand Duke's eldest son couldn't help but laugh.

This son of the Grand Duke admitted that he had underestimated Arthur, this chess piece, previously.

After a detailed investigation, this son of the Grand Duke immediately adjusted his strategy.

However, this son of the Grand Duke did not think Arthur would cause him much trouble, but his uncle's 'activity' was something he couldn't ignore.

Because...

He still had two brothers.

According to this son of the Grand Duke's deduction, his uncle could not possibly just sit and wait.

The next step would inevitably be to contact his two brothers.

Dieudonne Hamlet!

Pistri Hamlet!

Among them, Pistri probably won't pay attention to his uncle because, after all, this brother of his prefers to be close to commoners and likes to stay with them. He is a naive fellow.

As for Dieudonne...

'My dear brother, will you give me a surprise?'

The Grand Duke's eldest son's lips curled up.

He never worried about his uncle and his brothers teaming up.

In fact, he even hoped they would.

Because that would disgust his father.

And as long as his father became disgusted, everything would be easy to handle.

But he knew, and his brother knew that too.

So, what he needed to do now was to ensure his uncle and his brother 'successfully' connected.

'Let me think, what should I do.'

The Grand Duke's eldest son hummed lightly, clearly having an idea in mind.

But just then, one of the Messenger Stones he carried with him began to vibrate—it was one of the three Messenger Stones he carried.

Each one was a force he secretly supported.

And this one belonged to Achisto.

"Lord Gleisa Hamlet!"

Achisto's respectful voice made the Grand Duke's eldest son feel pleased.

But in the next moment, as Achisto, the High Priest of the 'Inland River Cult', truthfully reported that 'almost all members headed to South Los were annihilated', the Grand Duke's eldest son almost cursed aloud.

To think that the 'Inland River Cult' was a critical part of his plans.

Now, having inexplicably lost some of their numbers, the Grand Duke's eldest son naturally could not accept this.

'Damn it!

Damn!

Who allowed you to be clever!'

The Grand Duke's eldest son narrowed his eyes, a cold glint in his gaze.

He had already decided to hang this bastard.

However, when Achisto mentioned that the 'Black Cat Faction' had visited, the Grand Duke's eldest son's heart stirred.

He had a new idea!