"Sorry, sir, I accidentally summoned this demon..." Brand turned back at the frail voice, unable to resist praising the beautiful youth in his heart. The boy on the stairs was in moon-white silk pajamas, with one hand resting on

the wall already charred, his chest rising and falling slightly—his face was delicately pointed, somewhat delicate, under a head of black shoulder-length hair, his eyes were as dazzling as stars with a slight purple tint, skin snow-white, lips thin and as vivid as roses. The boy pursed

his lips and slightly furrowed his sword-like brows, as if questioning the origins of Brand and the others.

Brand couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, he couldn’t help but think of Silver Elf Namenis sleeping in the Jade Forest, but at this moment he had to admit with a tinge of jealousy that there were indeed some humans in this world who could be even more beautiful than elves

. But he quickly noticed the boy’s pointed ears—turns out he’s a Half-Elf—thank goodness, Brand let out a sigh of relief, at least the other hadn’t shattered his last dignity as a human.

"Count, are you alright?"

Ronin slightly bowed behind Brand. The boy glanced at his Knight Captain and nodded, this gesture undeniably confirmed his identity; this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was actually the Earl of Yan Castle? Brand couldn’t help but suspiciously raise his

brows, staring at the excessively tender face of the other.

The boy was likewise scrutinizing Brand, his starry gaze flickering with slight confusion—the majority of disguise spells in this world automatically dispel once the enchanted engage in combat or use any other skill, at this moment Brand and the others

were no longer in the guise of patrolling knights, but rather draped in long cloaks, surrounded by black smoke, resembling members of the sheep-headed sect.

However, the sheep-headed sect and demons were natural allies, and certainly wouldn’t act in such a manner. The boy didn’t show any sign of fear or uncertain suspicion, just then another series of bangs sounded from the stairs, and suddenly a female knight with flowing gold hair

charged down like lightning, upon seeing Brand and the others beside Ronin she couldn’t help but display a look of surprise, drawing her longsword, frowning with her sword brows, and shouted angrily: "Ronin... Who are you people!?"

Golden Rank.

Brand smirked, it seems this miss is the young Count’s second Golden Rank subordinate, however, he couldn’t resist stealing a glance at her chest at first sight; because the female knight was wearing the Erune’s military uniform, her bosom was indeed well-developed and even exaggerated, reminiscent of a cow—frankly, this female knight could be considered a beauty, if beauty equates to righteousness, then this lady would be a prominent figure among the righteous—she looked no more than

twenty-seven or eight, at this age and skill level in Erune she could be considered a hero among the young generation,

the female knight had curly hair, her military uniform worn disheveled, seemingly just got out of bed. She noticed Brand’s gaze, couldn’t help but flush red, her left hand covering the few unbuttoned buttons, angrily saying: "What’s there to see!"

"Nia." At this moment the beautiful young Earl of Yan Castle stopped the female knight, then raised his head to look at Brand.

"Count?" Brand asked.

"I am Delphire de Audinar, the sole heir of the White Stork Family, the current Earl of Yan Castle," the boy introduced himself in a soft voice, Brand saw no trace of panic on his face, just some fatigue. The boy placed his hand

at his collarbone, and responded politely: "... First, thank you for helping me subdue that demon."

"No thanks necessary, but making deals with demons as nobility isn’t so good, is it?" Brand squinted and retorted.

The boy slightly froze, the female knight beside him already angrily shouted, ’Impertinent’ and leaped high to slash at Brand with her sword. Brand had no weapon in his hand at this moment, but he spread his left thumb and index finger, and within the magic triad appeared a whirlpool

shaped Dimension Hole from thin air, he grasped with his right hand, the smoke-wreathed Earth Sword had already appeared in his hand.

Brand drew the Earth Sword, just in time to block the female knight’s longsword, his strength far exceeded hers, instantly ejecting that cow-like knight along with her sword, sending her crashing into the charred stairs, after a loud boom, the pitiful stairwell immediately turned