Lance's tone also turned a bit cold, and the look he gave Grendel was somewhat strange.
"Besides, when I'm going to beat those bastards, since when do I need a woman to give me a claim?"
All that noble crap in front of Lance was like toilet paper: useful, he'd wipe with it; useless, he'd toss it straight into the pit.
Because his power didn't come from the noble system at all; he carved it out with real blades and real blood.
Meeting that gaze, Grendel was stunned for a moment.
Was she wrong?
Just like she'd said, the Lord didn't care, but she needed to know what was going on, to block some trouble for Lance, or quietly make it disappear.
Someone had to do this kind of thing, like the roots buried deep in the soil beneath a blooming flower.
Grendel didn't dare say anything more and could only agree.
"I understand. Her identity hasn't been exposed, for now only the two of us know. This card is in your hand."
