My queen is rebelling!

"A noble young man with a head full of unrealistic fantasies and chivalry?"

Sequelae from reading too many second-rate adventure novels?

War, what does this kid know about war?

It's not child's play; it's real swords and guns, flesh and blood flying!"

Arnold couldn't help but grumble as he left.

The little girl next to him subconsciously said:

"Daddy, I don't think they seem like bad people."

A look of love flashed in Arnold's eyes, and he said softly:

"Freya, you can't judge people by their appearance. Since they didn't force us to take a stand immediately, let's settle down here first.

I'll find out more about this person's background and see what kind of person he is before deciding."

"Okay, Daddy."

Soon, Wessel caught up with the father and daughter.

Arnold quickly saluted:

"Lord Wessel, is there anything I can do for you?"

Wessel pointed to the two knights and two maids behind him and said:

"This is what the master has arranged for you.

The two knights are responsible for your safety, and the two maids are responsible for taking care of this young lady's daily life.

Here are a thousand gold coins for your expenses these days.

In addition, the master has rented a small courtyard for you on South Street, where you can live these days."

Arnold looked extremely incredulous, as if he had heard something absurd.

He really couldn't believe that a noble young man, whom he had just met and barely spoken to,

would offer him so many generous material conditions and assistance.

This made him unable to help but suspect the other party's motives.

Apart from his daughter being relatively outstanding, he had nothing else of value.

As for what Cohen said, he didn't take it seriously at all.

Could it be that the other party had taken a liking to his daughter?

Was winning him over actually for Freya's sake?

Seeing the surprised and uncertain expression on Arnold's face, Wessel quickly said:

"Mr. Constance, I understand your concerns.

If you are willing, these two maids can send your daughter to Miss Nephthys' side to teach her the basic theories of a sorcerer."

Wessel's words were convincing, leaving Arnold with no reason to refuse.

"Alright, then please tell your master that I will seriously consider his proposal!"

… …

"Doesn't the master want to persuade that adventurer any further?"

Nephthys asked with some doubt.

Cohen shook his head:

"No hurry, let them adapt first. After our other member arrives, we'll persuade them together."

Nephthys asked:

"Has the master recruited another member?"

Cohen nodded:

"It's someone from the Central Empire; they should be arriving soon in the next few days."

"Also," Cohen rubbed Nephthys's hair and said softly:

"Haven't you always been curious about what kind of person I am?

When all the members I want to recruit have arrived, you can solve your doubts then!"

A bright color flashed in Nephthys's eyes, and she said:

"Really, Master? Have I already met your requirements?"

Cohen said with a smile:

"Lovely lady, from the moment you were willing to confront a legend with me,

your loyalty has already been recognized by me.

Hiding my identity from you is only because my identity is too shocking.

Not telling you is to prevent you from revealing it in front of others.

But now the time is ripe. We will rarely show our faces in Florence in the next period of time.

Therefore, it is also time for you to know who you are actually loyal to!"

Cohen handed Nephthys a notebook. The handwriting on it was new, obviously written on the spot:

"There is an ancient contract on this that requires the power of a mind sorcerer to fully cast.

I hope you can study it these days, because we will use this contract soon.

For the other team members, I can't trust them as absolutely as I trust you for the time being.

Some necessary means are needed to restrain them."

Nephthys's cheeks flushed slightly, and she clenched the notebook tightly, and said firmly:

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

Looking at the energetic sorceress, Cohen felt a burst of joy.

At the same time, he thought that Isabella should have returned to the Central Empire, and he didn't know if the letter was sent to Asuna.

Hopefully, it won't be delayed for too long. Three thousand orcs have already arrived, and I have to gather enough manpower as soon as possible to excavate the 'Concentric Curse Seal' and form an orc legion!

… …

Isabella, whom Cohen was thinking about, returned to her clan and finished her business.

Just as she was about to return to her hut to rest, she found that an unexpected guest was waiting for her.

Isabella looked at her best friend, Grace Tang, the eldest princess of the Eastern Empire, who had traveled thousands of miles to come, and said with surprise and joy:

"Sister Grace, when did you come? Why didn't you say hello?"

Looking at Isabella, who had returned safe and sound, Grace Tang, the eldest princess of the Eastern Empire, gave her a big hug with slightly red eyes:

"Little Isabella, you were too risky. How could you have caused a battle of saints?"

A long-lost smile also appeared on Isabella's face:

"Okay, the old men in the family have been scolding me for several days.

Can you bear to let me be reprimanded again?"

Grace said unhappily:

"I don't blame them for scolding you. That was a battle of saints, and six saints at that.

Oh my god, can you imagine the expression on Father's face when he saw the news?

It's been so many years since so many saints have appeared together on the continent."

Isabella said helplessly:

"My dear Sister Grace, why do you have to talk about these boring official matters as soon as we meet after such a long time?"

Grace raised her eyebrows slightly:

"Speaking of this, I really have a few private matters I want to ask you about."

Isabella blinked, and Grace asked:

"I heard that the spark for this battle of saints in Florence was a sixteen-year-old young man?"

The corner of Isabella's mouth couldn't help but curl up, and she said:

"Sister Grace's news is quite well-informed. That's right, that's what happened."

Grace's eyes lit up, she bit her lower lip lightly, and her eyes were focused and fiery:

"I heard that he can blow up a silver-rank at just rank one?

He took on an ancient secret profession, [Dragon Seal Weapon Master]?

He can also perform the ancient 'Summoning God' ritual?

He mobilized two saints of the 'Church of Light' and snatched a dragon egg in front of a group of saints and legends.

Many people say that he is the child of prophecy, is that so?"

Grace leaned forward, clasped her hands unconsciously in front of her chest, and her face was flushed with excitement.

Faced with Grace's series of questions, Isabella felt a trace of vigilance in her heart for no reason, and replied slowly:

"It's not as exaggerated as you said, but that's generally the case."

Grace straightened up and said solemnly:

"Miss Windsor, please be sure to give him to me!"