Ⅶ
Inside the cabin, Miss Windsor sat quietly on the sofa.
Although she had claimed to believe in a "cat's curiosity," she had been mentally prepared to be detained.
After all, she knew her own arrangements very well.
Used properly, those men could seize control of all of Pult Harbor in an instant.
And once Pult Harbor was under her control, how far away could the Einhaas Fief be?
Miss Windsor believed anyone would be tempted.
Including the South Los Medium.
Still, she was not worried about her safety.
Because-
Her father was still there.
Still in that cemetery, whispering sweet nothings with his damned lover.
Ha, perhaps this is your only purpose.
And what a useful...
Purpose it is.
Miss Windsor gave a deeply self-mocking smile.
Then she fell quiet again.
At least, that was how she appeared.
But inwardly?
She began calculating her losses.
She would not be able to keep these men.
That pained her.
But what pained her more was that her plans had failed in such a fashion. More importantly, she had put the Marquis of Einhaas on his guard.
Although the Marquis was not a harsh man, he would certainly show no leniency in a situation like this.
So she had to negotiate peace through "noble means."
Simply put...
Compensation!
No!
Money alone probably won't be enough!
I'll have to offer up some properties at the very least. The Windsor Family's farmstead outside Pult Harbor is probably lost, and I'll need to hand over two valuable secret art items as well!
As Miss Windsor calculated, she could not help feeling a pang of pain.
After all, she had painstakingly built up that farmstead.
It had not just a mill, fields, and livestock, but also two barracks-more than three hundred of the soldiers under her