Chapter 427 - 426: How About We Dance Together?

This operation was exceptionally perfect. Both the Fatui and the Lawrence Clan members were apprehended.

Many of the Lawrence Clan members arrested this time were the so-called restorationists, and even the clan head was captured. With the evidence solid this time, they will likely be imprisoned for a considerable period.

During this time, the Lawrence Clan was leaderless. Eula took over the position of clan head, and with the help of other clan members who supported her, she accomplished this task without much hindrance.

When the news of Eula becoming the clan head reached the ears of those Lawrences in prison, they were furious, their blood pressure skyrocketing.

But they were all in prison, completely unable to stop it, only able to watch as Eula took that position and began to cleanse the Lawrence Clan’s internal structure.

According to the previous plan, she intended to start with ideology, making the younger siblings in the clan understand the evil deeds the Lawrence Clan had committed and telling them that such actions were wrong.

The Lawrence Clan could return to its former glory, but absolutely not through those means. They could achieve this through other, more honorable methods.

This would be a long process. Conveniently, all obstacles had been cleared, and the Knights of Favonius would also cooperate fully, which greatly reduced Eula’s pressure.

The only problem that gave Eula a headache was that the amount of things she had to deal with every day increased. Don’t underestimate the identity of the Lawrence Clan head; the previous clan head left behind a huge mess, and he didn’t deal with it, completely slacking off.

This made it hard for Eula, the successor. In the initial stage, she was so busy that she didn’t even have time to go out and perform the Requiem of the Accursed every day, and dark circles were starting to appear under her eyes.

She somewhat understood Jean’s feelings. To get the Lawrence Clan back on track as soon as possible, she had originally planned to resign from her position in the Knights of Favonius, but Jean refused.

Not just Jean, but other members of the Knights of Favonius, upon learning of this, all came to Eula, urging her not to resign. Even if she was temporarily not in the Knights of Favonius, she would still be the captain of the Knights of Favonius’s Reconnaissance Company, and this would absolutely not change.

Alright, so that means she not only has to be the head of the Lawrence Clan but also the captain of the Knights of Favonius’s Reconnaissance Company, doing two things at once. The Knights of Favonius is exploiting her as labor.

She’ll remember this grudge, hmph~ Don’t think she didn’t see through their true intentions; she’s not an idiot.

One evening, as Eula was working in her home, her room door was pushed open.

She thought it was the oldest maid in the clan coming to pour her black tea, so she didn’t look up.

The person who came did pour her a cup of black tea, but the taste was a bit different from the black tea she usually drank, and this difference piqued her curiosity.

When she looked up, she saw not the maid, but Durandal’s figure.

"Du-Durandal! Why are you here?"

"To check on your situation. You’ve had less than four hours of sleep for several consecutive days. Your condition is a bit bad, you know?"

Such a valiant and dashing person, now reduced to this by heavy duties, her hair disheveled, clearly neglected for several days.

Even her dark circles had become so prominent, which is not what a girl wants to have, showing how busy she had been during this period.

"I know, but there’s nothing I can do. The previous clan head left behind too many messes, and I must deal with these things as quickly as possible, otherwise, I won’t be able to move to the next stage."

If she could, she would also hope for someone to help, but there were too few people she could trust, and even fewer trusted people with relevant abilities, so she could only handle these matters herself.

"Take a break for now. If you keep pushing yourself like this, you’ll be the only one who suffers in the end. You’ve only just reached the first stage; you can’t have problems now."

Durandal held Eula’s hand, which was holding the pen, and placed her hand on Eula’s forehead, absorbing the ’fatigue’ from her body and restoring her spirit.

Eula, who had felt her brain unusually heavy, suddenly felt much lighter. Connecting this to Durandal’s earlier action, she immediately understood that this was her doing.

"You can do something like this too?"

"It’s just absorbing your ’fatigue,’ nothing major. However, my purpose in doing this is not to make you work overtime. Finish your tea quickly; we’re going out for a walk."

"Absorbed it? So you’ve taken on my fatigue? Won’t you be alright?"

She knew how severe her fatigue was. Durandal actually absorbed it. Wouldn’t her current mental state be very bad?

But... but Durandal still looked perfectly fine, not at all like someone who had absorbed her fatigue from several consecutive nights of staying up late.

"This level of fatigue won’t affect me. Don’t change the subject; drink your black tea quickly. We’re going out."]}

"Oh."

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