She originally thought this would be a female knight who was stern and full of dignity.

She once again bent her knees slightly to express her gratitude: "I will, thank you for your hospitality, and please also convey my thanks to everyone."

"You're welcome."

Watching Chelina leave, his gaze lingered on the fluffy gray tail behind the girl—it swayed with each step.

It made people want to reach out and touch it.

"Hey, is it nice to look at?"

At some unknown time, a voice appeared beside Losa, startling him.

He turned to look back.

Jeanne was sitting on the railing of the courtyard corridor.

She was holding a bottle of spiced hot wine, her elbow resting on her knee.

Seeing Losa look over, she put down the wine bottle and made a very exaggerated semicircular gesture: "It's big, you know, no less than Miss Prajna, and she's even a beast-eared girl."

Losa, embarrassed and angry, said: "I was just looking at the tail!"

With a smile and a blush on her cheeks, she said: "Then you really lack taste."

She tilted her head, scrutinizing Losa: "No, it's not that you lack taste. When I first came here, I didn't enjoy such treatment. Sir, did you plan this all along?"

Losa replied expressionlessly: "You're overthinking it. Chelina is just a little girl, her age is not even a fraction of yours, and she's just been through a great misfortune."

"Indeed, the destruction of her entire family, hunted down, really makes one want to care for her."

Jeanne sincerely agreed: "Rest assured, I'll give her more attention, let her feel our... By the way, what should we call our little group?"

"Transjordan Mutual Aid Committee?"

"Hebron Extraordinary Association?"

"Unusual Creatures Mutual Help Group?"

"Yesterday's Giant Ship?"

She suggested several names in a row.

Losa furrowed his brows, pondered for a moment, and said: "If we really need a name, perhaps Eden would be better."

"Not bad!"

Jeanne gave a big thumbs up, then changed the subject and said: "So, sir, who's your Eve?"

According to legend, Eden was the paradise created by God where Adam and Eve lived together.

Losa immediately lost interest in continuing the conversation.

"Or is it that everyone is?"

Losa quickened his pace.

"Truly greedy!"

Jeanne raised her voice, full of laughter: "But it doesn't matter, let's see when you gather the courage, it doesn't concern me."

"However, the other ladies might mind this kind of greedy behavior."

Watching Losa's retreating back as if fleeing in disarray.

Jeanne, slightly smug, picked up the wine bottle, taking small sips: "Sigh, getting old, indeed I should drink more supplements."

This bottle of wine was a spiced hot drink.

In this era, spices were considered precious not only because they improved the poor culinary techniques that led to unpalatable food.

But also because spices were regarded as a kind of tonic.

…

Returning to the room.

Prajna was wearing a white linen short sleeve, her white arms extending from the loose opening, holding a pen to write.

Furin was sitting on the side, quite bored, resting her chin on her hand. When she saw Losa, she still looked somewhat sullen.

"What's wrong?"

She said angrily: "I'm so bored."

Losa was a bit surprised: "Aren't you busy researching magic potion lately?"

Losa especially prepared a spacious alchemy laboratory for her, far from the residence, so even if there was an explosion, it wouldn't cause too much damage.

"I'm not interested."

She pulled her legs up, her long white hair draping alongside her cheeks: "You've clearly had free time lately, yet you're unwilling to accompany me."

"I have to train in martial arts during the day and meditate at night."

Although training the physique now offers limited improvement in attribute points, often not even once in half a month.

But Losa didn't slack off either.

Practicing with Hans daily helped Losa improve his swordsmanship and reaction ability.

He didn't want to be useless without the system's power.

"Anyway, it's just very boring. If it continues like this, I might want to sleep until next year."

Losa furrowed his brows, contemplated briefly, then said: "Do you want to make friends with Chelina?"

"Huh?"

Furin looked a bit confused: "Why?"

"You might get to eat some delicious cookies—you both hold equal status, both princesses of your respective races, put aside racial prejudices, and I think you might get along."

Furin replied with disinterest: "Don't joke, having a big dumb gourd is already boring enough, that little wolf girl seems no different."

Prajna put down her pen.

Furin was startled: "What are you going to do?"

Prajna didn't answer, she went to fetch a basin of water to wash up by herself.

"See, she's such a boring person."

"Give it a try, Furin."

Losa said very seriously: "You actually get along well with Jeanne too, right? Making more friends might make life a lot more interesting."

Furin remained silent for a moment.

She snorted softly: "To put it bluntly, you just don't have time to accompany me. Boring, tedious, do I need things like friends?"

Bang.

She pushed the door open and left.

The hot-tempered and sensitive little girl walked through the corridor.

"Is there something you need?"

"No, just wandering around."

The two exchanged silent glances.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Eventually, Chelina broke the silence first: "Then..."

"Would you like to come sit at my place?"

Furin raised her eyebrows and snorted lightly, recalling what Losa had said before, originally wanting to refuse.

But then she heard the click of Chelina's fingers opening a tin box.

"Have some."

Furin looked at Chelina's serious expression and snorted lightly again, feeling it lacked momentum, so she snorted once more.

"Since you're inviting so sincerely, it seems a bit rude not to go."

"After all, I am the princess of the Cepesh family... mm!"

The sweetness spread across her tongue.

She chewed on a chocolate stick.

Chelina, expressionless, said: "Come in, there's plenty more."

...

In Losa's room.

Prajna, after washing up, returned and placed the towel and basin aside.

"If Furin's not here, do you want to get closer to me?"

A rare invitation.

Which took Losa by surprise; since their underwater adventure that night, Prajna hadn't been this proactive before.

His heart was pounding, but he forced himself to calm down: "How close are you suggesting?"

"How would you like to get close?"

She smiled: "Furin could come back at any time, how do you think would be appropriate."

…

Three days later, in the morning.

Losa prepared the carriage and horses, ready to take a squad of Winged Cavalry back to Hebron.

It's closer to Jerusalem from there, and Losa planned to take some time to visit Baldwin IV and also send Hans back to continue overseeing the Royal Knight Order in his stead.

The Empress Faction had extended its influence too far, so he planned to return and deter those with ill intentions.

Additionally, Hebron was the core area of his territory, and he aimed to reside there permanently rather than in Eira Port.

Before leaving, Losa called in a few Imperial Knights he had left behind.

"Fabio, Eira Port is stable. As the Guard Officer, just develop steadily."

"If you're unsure about something, communicate more with Kurs."

Fabio had been the housekeeper of the Aviary Manor and was considered one of the few talents in internal affairs under Losa's command, though not many.

But Kurs was in Philorn, not far from Eira Port, where

Fabio replied respectfully: "Sir, I understand, rest assured."

"Ulm, the duties of the Patrol Officer are grave, and Eira Port is in a border area. Be sure not to slack off."

Ulm nodded respectfully: "Sir, I will remember my duty."

"Mueller, the commercial affairs of Eira Port depend entirely on you, and expanding the number of Hawk Trainers is also your responsibility."

Mueller hastily replied: "Sir, I certainly will."

"Then I'll be leaving."

Snap—

He cracked the whip, and the convoy moved out.

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