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Three days later.

Kenma wore a crimson battle armor and strode up to the entrance of Astrea Mansion.

Reinhard, dressed in pristine white knight attire, had already been waiting at the door with a faint smile on his face.

"Subaru-sama, Anastasia-sama, Crusch-sama, and Priscilla-sama sent you invitations some time ago, wishing to invite you over for a chat, and today is the scheduled day for the visit."

"Mn."

Kenma nodded and casually pinned down Shaula, who was trying to sneak up on him from behind.

"You don't need to accompany me this time. Just give me the address, and I'll go by myself. Reinhard, help me keep an eye on Shaula."

No matter how hard Shaula tried with her head being pinned down, she couldn't move forward an inch, and could only shout discontentedly in place.

"Master! Don't be so cruel and abandon me! I can do anything! If all else fails, I can even warm Master's bed every night!"

Kenma waved his hand, and Reinhard instantly understood, stepping forward to grab Shaula by the back of her collar.

"Reinhard, if Shaula is still shouting and screaming after I leave, don't give her today's lunch."

"Understood."

"Master, how could you..."

Watching Shaula kicking and struggling as Reinhard dragged her back into the Astrea Mansion, Kenma turned and left.

After obtaining the exact address, he soared into the air, kicking up a piercing sonic boom in mid-air as he sprinted rapidly into the distance.

Kenma's eyes narrowed slightly, and the world before him pulled backward at an extremely fast speed.

Viewed from afar, one could only see a crimson light streaking across the horizon, vanishing beyond the edge in the blink of an eye.

Kenma knew that this trip was definitely not as simple as a pure invitation visit.

If it were just one or two, it might be a coincidence, but for the remaining three royal selection camps to issue visit invitations to him at the same time was not normal.

Either there was a conspiracy at play, or the three royal selection camps had already formed an alliance to confront him together.

But even so, even though something was obviously wrong at a glance, he still decisively chose to keep the appointment.

The reason was simple.

He didn't care.

After undergoing multiple enhancements, he had now reached nearly ten times the speed of sound, and it wasn't just a burst, it was a speed he could maintain for a long time.

At this terrifying speed, within a mere 30 seconds, he had already stopped in mid-air, gazing down at the mansion below.

Upon seeing this mansion, Kenma's first impression was—

Archaic, understated yet luxurious. Looking at it, it was clearly something that only an aristocratic family could build, not the work of nouveau riche.

This was precisely Crusch's ancestral home.

His figure crashed straight down, rapidly slowing down the moment before landing, and touching the ground lightly with his feet.

Just kidding, he wasn't here to kill people. There was no need to make such a huge fuss upon landing.

Seeing someone suddenly appear, an old man wiping the longsword in his backyard abruptly raised his head, his eyes contracting to pinpoints.

In the very first second of perception, before even seeing Kenma's face, an extreme sense of crisis and death appeared in Wilhelm's mind.

As one of the few existences close to the Sword Saint, Wilhelm had extremely sharp perception regarding the strength or weakness of a person.

Yet at this very moment, even with a sword in his hand, a thought inevitably arose in his mind.

If he made a move right now, he would definitely die.

Who on earth was this person?

After seeing that crimson armor and the iconic black hair, the wariness in his heart dissipated.

Wilhelm stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Subaru-sama, welcome to House Karsten. My grandson Reinhard has been in your care during this period. Thank you."

Kenma waved his hand, signaling that no more needed to be said. "It's fine. Reinhard helps me out quite a bit normally anyway. Now take me to Crusch, I'll be troubling you for a trip later."

Hearing this, Wilhelm nodded, made a gesture of invitation, and then walked ahead to lead the way.

"Subaru-sama is truly swift and decisive. Please follow me. Crusch-sama is already waiting inside."

"Mn, thank you for your trouble." Kenma responded politely.

He had always been a polite person.

In Kenma's eyes, what kind of person you were deserved what kind of attitude.

If someone spoke to him properly and respectfully, he wouldn't hurl abuses at them either, and would communicate with them like a normal person.

But for anyone who showed even a trace of malice toward him, he would beat them until they never dared to show any attitude again.

There really aren't many good people as kind as me.

Following Wilhelm, Kenma came to a luxuriously decorated reception room.

In the center of the reception room.

Crusch, dressed in formal attire, was already waiting in front of a square table, on which sat two cups of steaming tea.

Kenma sat down without any reservations, picked up the tea, took a sip, and smacked his lips.

Doesn't feel as good as Echidna's tea.

Seeing Kenma acting so overly familiar, Crusch's tense face also relaxed, and she smiled, saying, "Aren't you afraid there's poison in the tea, Subaru-sama? To trust your opponent like this, you really are full of confidence."

Kenma drained the tea in his cup in one gulp and said, "Yeah."

Putting down the teacup, he crossed his legs and said, "Of course I'm not afraid, because these little tricks are meaningless in my eyes. Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Facing Kenma's straightforward manner, Crusch did not show too much surprise, her fingers tapping on the tabletop.

"There is no wind of lies coming from Subaru-sama. It seems every word is true. As expected of someone capable of overpowering the entire power center of the Kingdom of Lugunica."

"You are right. Today I simply wish to talk with you: what are your thoughts on the current situation of the Kingdom of Lugunica?"

Faced with Crusch's inquiry, Kenma did not rush to answer, instead hooking his finger at the servant standing to the side.

The servant holding the teapot understood the meaning and carefully refilled the teacup in front of him.

"Thoughts?"

Kenma continued to sip his tea, grinning as he said, "As for Lugunica, I have always simply regarded it as something in the palm of my hand."