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She understood!
Miss Windsor finally understood!
She finally understood why Carral had walked away from the Einhaas Fief so decisively!
If he had joined...
No!
Once Carral had sworn allegiance to her lord, and her lord had accepted his oath, there really was nothing left in Einhaas to pine for. Or rather, all of Einhaas would eventually be his.
And that was exactly what had happened!
Wasn't Carral now the only Heir left to the Einhaas Fief?
Was that outcome a coincidence?
Or...
Had her lord foreseen it all along?
If it was the latter, that was simply... incredible!
For a moment, Miss Windsor's emotions churned.
Too many thoughts flooded her mind.
For one fleeting instant, she even believed Arthur had orchestrated everything that had happened in the Einhaas Fief.
But she immediately banished that thought.
Impossible!
Neither Imora the Devourer nor Heber the Blood Drinker could possibly be commanded by a human, much less put themselves on the line as pawns in a scheme.
She was uncertain about the former.
But the latter?
Those layers upon layers of schemes were proof enough that he didn't want to die.
So it was all a coincidence!
With that thought, she instinctively looked toward Arthur, seated nearby. His white shirt gleamed in the candlelight as he sat in the high-backed chair. Above all, the calm composure on his face suggested that everything was under his control, that nothing could escape those deep eyes.
Then...
Arthur lowered his head and looked at Pendragon, who had jumped onto his lap, picked a comfortable spot, and curled up there with a yawn.
The South Los Medium's lips curled upward almost involuntarily, and he swiftly raised his hand.
The next moment, the index finger of his right hand was poking into Pendragon's mouth.
This wasn't