In the end, the Reiser family yielded and agreed to compensate the Kravina family.

This news quickly caused a stir in the nobility circles and began to spread like wildfire.

However, apart from the families directly involved, no one knew the truth behind this incident.

The Reiser family remained tight-lipped about the matter, only agreeing to the demands put forward by the Kravina family.

Many who were waiting for further developments on the incident had no way of obtaining information.

But soon, another piece of news emerged, drawing public attention.

Crown Prince Aubrey, who had recently returned to the capital, announced to the people that he would lead the army back to the south again.

People began to speculate.

The second prince had already led his troops to the far north to investigate matters concerning demons.

And now the crown prince was also taking his army back to the southern lands.

This aroused suspicion among many.

No matter how much news spread or how chaotic it became, the royal family seemed unaffected and began to take action.

And the cause of all these events,

Was all related to the man caught up in a series of incidents.

Viktor Kravina.

.....

Three days later, a group of carriages loaded with heavy cargo slowly stopped in front of the Kravina mansion.

Lia had been standing at the entrance early, arms folded across her chest, a smile on her face, as she sent people to start counting the goods delivered by the carriages.

She lifted the burlap, revealing gleaming blades and shining armor underneath.

The blades were slightly curved at the hilt, with thin and light blades that sent chills down one's spine.

They looked as if a block of ice had been carved into weapons, seemingly with a streak of crimson flame flowing within.

The armor was piled into a small mountain, with sharp spikes embedded on the shoulders. The bones of magical beasts were fused beneath the double iron walls of the armor, looking extremely light yet constantly emitting an intimidating aura.

Moreover, the five hundred million Geo had already been transferred to the Kravina territory's account.

Lia had been a merchant for a good ten years.

Until today, she had never seen so much money.

Strings of numbers flowed continuously in the account, almost dazzling her eyes.

"The Reiser family is really loaded, sending over so many things without a peep," Lia said, looking at the fully loaded goods, her heart blooming with joy.

The servants from the Reiser family who were delivering the goods heard Lia's words, gritted their teeth, but dared not make a sound, only seething inwardly.

Even Lady Cassandra had already voluntarily yielded to the Viktor family, what could they, as subordinates, say?

Suddenly, a vortex of air rose from the ground.

Blue-white light began to dance in the air, thousands of blue micro-lights gradually falling from the sky, swirling like liquid in the air for a few circles before landing on the ground.

Viktor's form gradually materialized.

The vortex whipped his coat, slowly appearing beside Lia.

Lia was startled and was about to say something, but saw Viktor intently examining the equipment on the carriages.

She closed her mouth, not wanting to disturb Viktor.

"Send these to the basement," he said.

"All of it?" she asked.

Viktor nodded slightly, turning towards the massive mansion.

Lia was still a bit confused, but then she heard Viktor's voice drifting back:

"Just to remind you, that money might be spent completely."

Hearing Viktor's words, Lia blinked her eyes,

"Huh?"

Her mind went blank for a moment, and she couldn't help but shout:

"Viktor! What are you going to do that could spend five hundred million?!"

"Explain it to me!"

Viktor didn't explain further to her, continuing to walk forward, his form gradually dissipating.

After a long while, the basement door was pushed open with a creak.

A damp and musty smell wafted out.

Vanilla slowly walked in, her tail gently swaying behind her.

The single-wheeled carts behind her entered the room in an orderly manner under the effect of magic.

They almost completely filled the entire basement.

After finishing all this, she turned to look at the man behind her, gracefully curtsying.

"Master, it's all prepared."

Viktor reached out his hand and gently rubbed Vanilla's head.

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Vanilla very much enjoyed the feeling of being stroked by the warm hand, involuntarily narrowing her eyes.

Her ears stood up and began to lean towards the center, her tail wagging faster.

"You've improved very quickly."

"It's thanks to Miss Henie's good teaching."

Viktor withdrew his hand, and feeling the warmth leave, Vanilla felt a bit lost.

"You can go rest now."

"Yes."

"Please call me anytime if you need anything, Master."

She curtsied slightly, turned and left the basement, walking into the dark passage.

Viktor watched her departing figure, while Vega on his shoulder glanced at him:

"What, feeling reluctant?"

"I heard their tongues have barbs, is that true?"

Viktor coldly glanced at Vega.

"Where did you hear that from?"

"From novels, the things written in them are all so exciting, do you want to read them together?"

Vega giggled, but Viktor no longer paid attention to it, saying indifferently:

"Aren't you interested in how much a demi-human mage can grow?"

"Tch, I only care about myself," Vega said somewhat disdainfully, turning its bird head away.

Even if that was its believer, Vega operated on the principle of not being responsible for the followers it gained.

As long as they could bring it power, that was enough.

Viktor walked towards the depths of the basement, not raising his head.

"You should read fewer of those novels in the future."

"Why?"

"They're not good for your brain."

Creak——

The heavy wooden door of the basement slowly closed in the darkness.

Henie lay sprawled on her desk, her brows furrowed, allowing the sunlight to fall on her unsmiling face, giving her a somewhat melancholic appearance.

She held a pen in her hand, writing and sketching in a massive notebook.

Although her previous notes had been destroyed, the knowledge she could recite by heart would not be forgotten.

When she had nothing else to do, she often rewrote this knowledge, recording it anew with her pen.

As she was writing in her notebook, there was a knock at the door.

Knock, knock.

Henie was a bit puzzled but still pushed back her chair, stood up, and opened the door.

As the door opened, a small cat dressed in a black and white maid outfit stood before her.

The petite body paired with the somewhat oversized maid outfit looked a bit incongruous.

However, her gentle aura could not be concealed by the maid outfit.

Vanilla placed her hands on her chest and bowed deeply to Henie:

"Miss Henie."

"Ah, it's Vanilla."

Seeing her, Henie wasn't surprised.

The professor had mentioned that Vanilla was a new maid in their household, with a very special status as a demi-human.

She knew how unfairly demi-humans were discriminated against in human society.

Although different from humans, her kind-hearted nature made her disapprove of the behavior of ostracizing demi-humans.

When she learned that Vanilla had been captured, she felt even more sympathetic.

So she took extra care of her.

Therefore, she would teach Vanilla some magic every day.

Because Henie had been unable to become a mage for a long time, she often faced cold stares and bullying from others at the academy.

Every time she saw Vanilla, Henie would recall those unpleasant experiences.

She didn't want those bad experiences to be repeated with Vanilla.

So she always taught her with great patience.

As for why it was her teaching, and not Cocotte, who was clearly superior in both magical knowledge and power,

Even Henie knew how lazy that elf was; asking her to teach would be too much.

"Come in!"

Henie ushered Vanilla into her bedroom.

In the room, Henie sat on the bed and looked at Vanilla beside her, asking:

"How's your study of telekinesis magic coming along?"

Vanilla didn't say much, just put her hands behind her back, her long, slender tail swaying slightly.

On the desk in front of her, a red flower pot gradually began to emit a green light, floating in mid-air.

It turned two circles in the air before landing back in its original position on the desk.

Henie watched Vanilla's telekinesis magic with some surprise.

"What amazing talent, and you only started learning this magic yesterday."

"Although telekinesis is one of the more commonly used first-tier magics, to be able to use it to this extent is already quite proficient."

Hearing Henie's praise, Vanilla's tail kept swaying, seeming very happy.

"You flatter me."

"Hmm, it looks like I need to increase the difficulty for you."

Henie turned around and began to flip through the first few pages of her thick notebook, intently looking for more basic magic.

Her black robe swayed dramatically as Henie moved her body.

Vanilla, watching Henie wearing clothes that didn't fit her at all, couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Um, Miss Henie, please forgive my impertinence in asking."

"Why do you always wear such a large robe?"

Henie turned back, looking down at her own clothes.

"Ah, this?"

She reached out and tugged at the wide collar, then said:

"This was given to me by the professor. He said I should wear it all the time, otherwise it might cause trouble for others."

Vanilla tilted her head.

"Cause trouble?"

Vanilla felt confused.

"Although I don't quite understand, could you take off your clothes and let me see?"

"This..."

Henie looked to the side, feeling a bit conflicted.

But when she saw the expectation in Vanilla's eyes, her heart softened a bit.

After all... they were both girls, so it should be fine, right?

Thinking this, Henie unbuttoned her chest.

The large black robe gradually fell away.

Suddenly, Vanilla froze in place.

Underneath the robe was just a very normal outfit, a brown top and beige wide-leg pants, which looked unexpectedly coordinated.

And big.

The curvaceous figure was already fully displayed even in ordinary clothing.

And very big.

Not much of the fair skin was exposed, but as if enhanced by some kind of magic, it seemed to glow slightly.

Very big.

A strange sense of allure attracted Vanilla.

As the little cat girl stared, her gaze became somewhat dreamy, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

The air seemed to have become a bit sultry, her tail raised high, as if petrified in the air.

Suddenly, a sharp and somewhat unpleasant cat cry erupted from Vanilla's throat.

"Meow~"

Soon, she stood there stunned.

Henie also froze in place.

As their eyes met, Vanilla's face turned bright red, like a ripe apple.

She immediately stood up, pushed open the door, and hurriedly rushed down the stairs, running out.

But Henie remained rooted to the spot, as if realizing something, and blurted out:

"Was that just now..."

"The mating call of a female cat?"