They all call me Great Master

The noon sun shone through the skylight of the hall, illuminating the interior of the building. The ancient and luxurious architecture immediately became bright. The lingering scent of decay was swept away. Even the slight damage was shielded by the sunlight. What remained was only solemnity and reverence— Marinda knelt on one knee right in the center of the sunlight, while the Female Swordmaster approached from a distance, holding a gold tray. On the tray were a seal, a badge, and a flag. The seal was engraved with "Glyphic Language," using Marinda's own "Spirituality" as a primer, thereby acquiring a unique trait. The badge was that of the Star of the Dark Night, where the rich black represented night, and the bright point represented the stars. According to legend, it was the morning star where the 'Lady of the Long Night' resided. The flag matched the badge, only it was several times larger. With these items in hand, the Female Swordmaster stood before Marinda. The Female Swordmaster, with a solemn face, immediately took on a different air; paired with her towering height of 2.5 meters, she truly looked imposing and unforgettable. "The Kemir Family, with their own virtues and tenacious nature, has perpetuated for three hundred years, from the battles of the Holy Era to the Pioneer Era's glory. They've guarded this land with their power, ensuring that honor is not tainted and brightness remains eternal! Now— They welcome Nirvana! The Kemir Family is reborn as the Caesar Family!" The words of the Female Swordmaster echoed throughout the hall. These words were, of course, grandiloquently phrased. It would be impossible to simply say that the Kemir Family had perished. Nirvana! It had to be Nirvana! Only such 'Nirvana' could save face for the noble lords. Arthur glanced at the corner where the merchants were gathered. There, many eyes shone with aspiration. Clearly, they had corresponding 'ambitions.' And this was exactly what the Countess liked to see. As long as the South Los House didn't experience 'Nirvana,' it was all fine. As for the other nobles? Whatever. Wasn't the 'Viscount Primo' family the same? In life, they were the backbone of South Los. In death, they were devoured. Arthur knew this very clearly in his heart, but when he thought about it, he simply murmured inside— 'The charm of words.' As Arthur thought this, he looked at the people around him. Malz and Bob wore smirks of irony. Goodrian Ernest, Erwin Dibwa, and Zhukov Bas had disdain in their eyes. Little Lisop, Fengter, Kuke, Scott, Wiggins, and Haywood were indifferent, simply adopting an attitude of participation. However, Desa from Barny was different. This servant of the Selina Family frequently glanced at the distant dining area, swallowing his saliva constantly. Yet remembering the orders of his mistress, he could only suppress his urge. Then, a roast chicken leg mysteriously floated before him. Desa was stunned, and as he looked up, he saw Arthur with his cheeks bulging, giving him a thumbs up. Without hesitating, Desa from Barny stuffed the roast chicken leg into his mouth. At the same time, he grew even more appreciative of Arthur. 'Truly worthy of being the heir chosen by Miss Selina, unlike the other pretentious folks.' Desa thought to himself. And after Arthur had eaten two roast chicken legs, four slices of beer ham, a roasted goose, sixteen pies, the lengthy speech of the Female Swordmaster finally reached its end— "The Caesar Family will surely endure for eternity!" With these words, the Female Swordmaster handed the tray to Marinda and then helped her to stand up. Watching this scene, the Swordsmanship Chief from Baron Korol and Baron Hausman narrowed their eyes. They sensed something different. Both were filled with apprehension. As for the old butler of the Bern Family? After vomiting from being force-fed manure, he was currently unconscious. As Marinda stood up once more, the inheritance ceremony came to a close. The guests in attendance each came forward to offer their congratulations. Accompanied by the band's performance, Arthur and Marinda stood shoulder to shoulder expressing their gratitude to the guests and, with the help of the servants, guided them toward the dining area. Although it wasn't the formal dinner of the evening, with the help of the cook, Mary, and others, sausages, roast chicken, roast duck, roast goose, roast deer, baked potatoes, baked apples, pan-fried fish, salads, stews, and pies were served in a continuous stream. Light beer was served in waist-high walnut barrels on one side. Beverages made from lychee and pear juice were on the other side. The lychees, hard to come by in this season, were unanimously praised by the ladies. Arthur brought a cup of it to Marinda, watching with a smile as she sipped it gently. Next to them stood an elder, capturing these moments. Indeed, ever since the beginning, this elder had appeared from time to time at the side of Arthur and Marinda. This was the Earl of South Los Family's official portrait painter. It was brought by the Female Swordmaster to paint bust portraits for Arthur and Marinda—it was ultimately to hang in the great hall of Caesar Manor, at the highest position. "If possible, I would like to paint a portrait of the two of you together. It would be more fitting to hang at the highest spot." The painter offered his opinion. Arthur looked at Marinda, giving an impression that Marinda was the decision-maker. Without hesitation, Marinda nodded immediately. "Okay!" Afterward, they shared a smile. Marinda lifted her hand and placed her palm in Arthur's, while he adeptly placed his hand on Marinda's waist. Their intimacy made any onlooker think they were a young married couple. However, the painter slightly furrowed his brow. He felt something was off. It seemed... Forced? The expressions, the demeanor, there was no issue with those. But he just felt it wasn't quite real. It was as if Miss Caesar had an aversion to Lord Kledos. But that couldn't be right, could it? The painter grew even more puzzled. But the next moment— "Ugh!" Marinda frowned, her dry heaving to the side made the painter's body jolt. "Yes, yes, that's right! That's exactly it!" The sudden bout of nausea, Lady of the Long Night's slightly furrowed brow, the way one hand was placed on her abdomen, struck the artist in an instant. He vividly felt that maternal glow. And the aversion from a moment ago? No! That wasn't aversion! It was protection! The protection of an unborn child by its mother! The painter, unconcerned about others, immediately took out his pencil and began sketching drafts. And everyone in the hall was surprised by Marinda. That sound of heaving, many heard it. Even a lot of them saw it. But Marinda, without any further explanation and with the Female Swordmaster, who had been waiting by the side, immediately lending support, headed upstairs. As Marinda and the Female Swordmaster's figures disappeared behind the door, the gazes of the crowd unconsciously shifted to Arthur, Under everyone's gaze, Arthur's face displayed confusion, followed by speculation, then incredulous joy. And then? He rushed upstairs, taking two steps at a time. With the departure of the two protagonists, the hall downstairs erupted into commotion, buzzing with discussion. Even after the Female Swordmaster stepped out of the room, a number of people braved up to ask. "I don't know," the Female Swordmaster replied with a smile. The deliberate ambiguity of her expression immediately led to more speculation. Meanwhile, in the room— Arthur loosened the button at his collar. Marinda took out her pipe. Whoosh! A thick plume of smoke was exhaled and Marinda's face was one of sheer satisfaction, while Arthur, after lifting up Pendragon, relaxed completely as well. Everyone has their own way of decompressing, Marinda through smoking her pipe, and Arthur by petting a cat. However, Arthur wasn't fond of Marinda smoking her pipe. Previously, he couldn't say much about it. But now it was different— "Smoking is bad for the baby," Arthur said seriously while holding Pendragon. Marinda was taken aback, looked at the pipe in her hand and then at the stern-faced Arthur. In the end, the lady extinguished her pipe. Because she understood the importance of their plan. But the resulting irritation made the lady pace back and forth in the room. After several turns, just when the lady glared at Arthur, ready to growl, something was tossed to her by Arthur. The lady caught it subconsciously— "Hmm, what's this?"