That Is Swearing Allegiance to the Dear

A fully armed, slender, and graceful half-blood Demigod emerged from a Spatial Rift.

This was a strange Demigod.

Her bloodline was visibly complex.

Elf's pointed ears, Dragonkin's vertical pupils, and a fluffy, soft cat tail...6

And the divinity within her was even more so.

The beautiful half-blood Demigod combined the bloodlines of almost all the goddesses in the mortal world, and her breathtakingly stunning mortal body embodied the most beautiful aspects of those goddesses.

Appearing before the Prince, was such a vibrant and dazzling fusion of divinity.

The Prince instantly guessed her identity.

"Demon Sword Sisterhood?"4

"Precisely."

The half-blood Demigod smiled elegantly and introduced herself, "I am the 105th leader of the Demon Sword Sisterhood, nicknamed White Vulture—Greetings, Your Highness the Prince of Hain."

So that's how it is...

These Goblins from the Golden Land had made arrangements long ago.

For this negotiation, they had prepared a Demigod as well!!

The Goblin noticed the Prince's shock.

He couldn't help but want to laugh.

What was this Prince so surprised about?

Didn't he know beforehand that the Golden Land maintained good cooperative relationships with multiple Demigod mercenary groups in the mortal world?

If the Golden Land didn't even have Demigod enforcers, how would they dare to collect usurious loans all over the mortal world?7

Lilia departed, and White Vulture appeared.

The Prince completely lost the confidence to challenge the Golden Land.

Things should have ended at this point.

The Prince could only slink away now, accepting the reality of defeat.

However...

The turning point occurred with a casually asked question.

The Goblin softly asked White Vulture, "Speaking of which, why did Lilia Hain suddenly leave just now?"

White Vulture had already intercepted the Imperial Guard's communication records and said calmly, "It's nothing much, it's just that her Imperial Guard sister offered her a higher price."

"What price?"

"The rib of the ancient dragon Obadiah."

"What!!!"

The Goblin slammed the table, his eyes trembling.

"Say that again, which ancient dragon?!"

White Vulture tilted her head, "...Obadiah?"

The Goblin's heart pounded wildly, his hands starting to shake, "Huh?! Are you saying that an Imperial Guard in Hain killed Obadiah?!"

White Vulture: "Do you want to calm down?"

The Goblin couldn't calm down at all!

He looked at the Prince with red eyes, "Your Highness the Prince, please answer me one question seriously—has your Hain recently organized any dragon hunting operations?"

"No."

The Prince looked a bit confused.

The Sanctuary did not advocate for Hain to conflict with high-level divine beings; Hain would not actively hunt them.

The Prince: "Besides, aren't ancient dragons immortal? Who could kill them?"

--Excellent!!

The Goblin rejoiced inwardly.

Since dragon hunting wasn't an official operation of the Hain Empire—then Obadiah and his legacy were now merely Hela's private collection!

"Your Highness the Prince, it's like this..."

The Goblin's voice trembled, "Your country's Royal Imperial Guard, Miss Hela Hain, she, killed an ancient dragon, and that ancient dragon's name... was Obadiah."

The Prince: "What does that have to do with you?"

The Goblin: "It's of immense importance, more important than you can possibly imagine!"

The goblin, abandoning all pretense of decorum, asked excitedly, "Your Highness the Prince! How about we make a deal? The Golden Land currently needs something from Miss Hela Hain, and we hope you can act as our intermediary—we want to talk to Miss Hain!"

The Prince frowned.

Hela...

That person was originally someone the Prince wanted to win over, but unfortunately, she had probably sided with Rhine now...

Prince: "I'll do my best..."

"Excellent!"

The goblin nodded heavily. "Your Highness the Prince wants to kill Prince Rhine, right? If we succeed, we will definitely help you achieve your goal—also, if the Golden Land comes into conflict with Miss Hain, I hope you will stand by our side."

So that's how it is...

The Prince finally understood.

It seemed that Hela Hain possessed something that had greatly attracted the attention of the Golden Land.

They were even prepared for a violent confrontation with Hela!

This was perfect!

If the Golden Land really intended to kill Hela, then Rhine Hain would lose a supporter!

Of course... the Prince also knew that such a thing was truly insane.

After all, in the Hain Empire's thousand years of political struggles, the Imperial Guard had always remained neutral observers.

However... the Prince was about to lead dwarven-hired Demigod mercenaries to kill someone from the Imperial Guard!

But there was no other way...

At this point, the Prince had no choice.

The Hain Empire's Imperial Guard was unreliable; if he wanted to seize the Crystal Throne, he could only rely on the help of these people.

At worst, he could break the agreement after taking power and send the Imperial Guard to flatten the Golden Land.

Thus, the Prince and the Golden Land had reached a preliminary consensus.

Next, the goblin began to discuss the price with White Vulture.

Goblin: "Let me explain simply, Miss White Vulture. What we want is not Obadiah, but a weapon that Obadiah was guarding. That weapon is very important to the Golden Land—and now, it should be in Hela Hain's hands."

White Vulture: "So you intend for me to snatch that thing for you?"

Goblin: "That would be the worst-case scenario, but it's a possibility. What do you think?"

"Hmm..."

White Vulture pondered for a moment. "You'll have to pay more."

Goblin: "Ten times!!"

White Vulture: "Ugh..."

White Vulture frowned, seemingly dissatisfied.

Of course!

This goblin was asking her to go up against the Imperial Guard!

Provoking the Hain Empire was by no means a wise move.

If the situation escalated to the most severe point, the entire Demon Sword Sisterhood would face an extermination strike, just like the mages who cursed the Empress back then—not a single survivor would be left!

Of course...

Based on the Golden Land's usual methods, White Vulture also believed that they would handle everything meticulously and flawlessly.

She didn't really have to worry about being completely opposed by the Hain Empire.

However, even so...

this matter was still difficult to handle...

The goblin saw White Vulture's hesitation and quickly said, "If you have any other conditions, feel free to mention them."

White Vulture nodded.

She did have a request.

White Vulture's gaze fell on the Prince.

White Vulture: "Regarding His Highness the Prince of Hain..."

Prince: "What do you want to say?"

White Vulture looked at the goblin and gave an expectant smile:

"His Highness the Prince possesses the pure Order bloodline, and our Sisterhood's Crystal God bloodline has been declining in recent years and has not been replenished—I wonder if His Highness could participate in our Azalea Secret Ritual?"

The Azalea Secret Ritual?

Is this the infamous sublimation ritual of the Demon Sword Sisterhood!

The Prince said coldly, "Your sacrifice? I, the dignified Prince Hain, the future Emperor, by what right do you think I would agree to your terms?"

The Goblin shook its head, smiling bitterly, "Yes, please don't joke, Miss White Vulture."

White Vulture: "Nine percent commission."

Prince: "Ridiculous!!"

Goblin: "Please, Miss White Vulture, change your demand."

White Vulture: "Eight percent commission."

The Prince's veins bulged: "Shut up! This is pure humiliation to me!"

The Goblin also continued to shake its head.

White Vulture fell silent.

It had nothing to do with Prince Edgeworth.

But she truly wished to secure a "torchbearer" with high-purity Order bloodline for the Sisterhood.

However, it seemed that this price was not easy to negotiate.

White Vulture: "..."

White Vulture: "By the way, are you sure this is Hain's Prince?"

The Goblin nodded: "Absolutely certain."

White Vulture: "His niece is Italien?"

Goblin: "That's right, it is indeed Italien, that Hain... no, the Demigod ranked second in divine blood purity in all mortal history."

"..."

White Vulture fell silent.