At this point, Erica could not help laughing. She had met Salvatore when she was twelve and could even be said to have been the first person to learn that he had become a Campione. Of course, Erica knew how bothersome it was to have Salvatore cling to you. Lancelot and Guinevere would probably have to spend quite some time running from him.
"That is good news. Let them play cat and mouse. We will quietly make a fortune while they are at it."
Roy smiled when he heard the news, unsure whether Guinevere was simply too lucky or too unlucky.
"Other than Salvatore's news, the rest is all insignificant trivia. I will not waste any more of your time, Lord Roy."
After spending so long by Roy's side, Erica knew what he cared about and what he did not. Thus, she did not report those everyday trifles to Roy, handling them herself instead. Dealing with such matters also satisfied the desire for power buried deep within her heart.
Their long association had given Roy a thorough understanding of Erica as well. He knew the ambition in the heart of this genius Italian girl. It was not the madness of wanting to rebel or control everything. Rather, it was the drive intelligent people often possessed—the urge to prove themselves by obtaining more.
Therefore, Roy indulged her ambition, giving her the authority to display her talents to the fullest. In return, he gained a secretary who kept all his daily affairs in perfect order—and whom he could "work on" whenever he had nothing else to do.
After Erica took her leave and returned to work, Roy's gaze fell once more upon the Holy Grail before him.
He truly had no idea how to use this thing.
"You need to sacrifice an