Lord Lissop, you really do make people hate you!
Hearing the Chief Swordswoman's rather eager question, Arthur sighed inwardly.
The Chief Swordswoman had noticed Young Lissop's little move.
Naturally, Arthur had noticed it too.
Arthur was not surprised that Young Lissop had contacted his father.
In fact, he would have been surprised if the young man had not.
According to his plan, negotiations with Lissop were next.
The Wheat Juice this Chief Swordsman had mentioned was merely an excuse to get involved.
There was also the matter of Arthur's attitude.
His attitude now that he held a ten-percent stake in South Town's coal and iron mines.
People could change at any time.
And such changes would not only affect the people themselves, but also prompt corresponding changes in others.
Friends could become enemies.
Enemies could also become friends.
Only interests endured forever.
So if you wanted lasting friends, you had to share the benefits.
Or...
Having the same goal could work too.
But the Countess of South Los was different.
To Arthur, her current role was something like a protective umbrella.
Arthur needed her to deal with potential enemies such as the Old Lion.
Thus, the Countess of South Los's involvement offered Arthur every advantage and no drawbacks.
And so-
"Anytime."
Arthur gave her an affirmative answer.
Hearing such a definite answer, the Chief Swordswoman's smile widened a little.
"I was in too much of a hurry last time and forgot to bring a gift.
I'll be sure to bring one when I visit this time!"
The Chief Swordswoman said.
"I'd be most grateful."
Arthur replied, and then the two exchanged smiles.
You showed your position, and I responded.
That was how matters were settled.
And how benefits were divided.
Arthur and the Chief Swordswoman returned to the arena in