Jeremiah and Vireta left Xiao Ran's room. Vireta, who had not spoken a word from beginning to end aside from greeting Xiao Ran, called out to Jeremiah, who had shown no intention of stopping as he walked away. In a low voice, she asked, "Jeremiah, what exactly are you thinking? You suddenly became that stranger's disciple for no apparent reason? So much has just happened, and then someone like him appears. Don't you think it's all too much of a coincidence?"
Jeremiah stopped and turned to look at Vireta. "We can investigate our teacher's identity later. But as long as he becomes a knight, there won't be any issue with his status. Besides, that man from the Special Dispatch is no ordinary person. That means our teacher's identity should be trustworthy."
"You know that isn't what I mean." Vireta shook her head helplessly. "Are you really planning to betray the Pure Blood Faction?"
Vireta was tall, dark-skinned, and radiated a cool yet fiery charm. But in Jeremiah's eyes, she was merely a dependable and trustworthy subordinate and friend. Completely ignoring her beauty, he said calmly, "I'm not betraying the Pure Blood Faction. I'm leaving it. The Pure Blood Faction no longer has room for me. But serving the Royal Family was always our duty. The only difference is whose orders we obey. Working under Prince Clovis or Princess Euphemia makes no difference to us. Our teacher is strong—extremely strong. Becoming his student and learning how to gain such power is also what I desire. Only then can I wash away the shame that has stained me."
"Besides, in my current situation, I truly need someone who can shield me from the storm."
Vireta looked at the serious Jeremiah, pressed her lips together, and took a deep breath. Powerlessly, she raised