"So you think you can barge in here without knowing aristocratic etiquette?"
Hearing someone suddenly speak, Schubert assumed it was another ill-mannered fool
and was just about to scold them.
But when he saw who it was, his expression changed instantly.
He broke into a smile and greeted her warmly.
"Oh! It's Eula! Come, come—have a seat. Sit right here beside me."
In his imagination, Eula was someone who had endured humiliation to infiltrate the Knights of Favonius as a spy.
Not only that— she also possessed an extremely powerful three-headed dragon.
Naturally, she was worth winning over.
Schubert's sudden change in attitude immediately caught the attention of many people in the courtyard.
"What's with Schubert suddenly being so nice to Eula?"
"Yeah, didn't he always ignore her before? Did the sun rise in the west today?"
"Could it be that Eula brought some treasure?"
"Hmph, what treasure could a traitor possibly have?"
The people present were full of confusion.
And it wasn't strange for them to think this way.
After all, every single one of them was a staunch supporter of the old aristocracy.
They were all devoted to restoring Mondstadt to the era of noble rule— with the Lawrence Clan once again standing at the top.
In such a situation, anything that stood in their way was an enemy.
Not to mention Eula— someone who had joined the Knights of Favonius.
In their eyes, that was outright betrayal of the Lawrence Clan.
If not for the Knights' protection back then, they would have already expelled Eula from the family.
Seeing the murmurs spreading, Schubert frowned and barked sharply,
"Insolence! From now on, show Eula more respect!"
Now that he believed he understood Eula's "true identity," he didn't want these people treating her the way they used to.
If Eula became disheartened, he would lose a powerful ally.
However, to prevent her role from being exposed too early, he chose not to explain anything yet.
The time wasn't right— he wasn't fully prepared.
After scolding the others, Schubert stepped closer to Eula and apologized in a low voice.
"My apologies, Eula. Given your current identity, I can't reveal too much yet. I hope you understand."
"Identity?"
Eula frowned slightly.
Wasn't she just a Knight of Favonius?
What was there to conceal?
She didn't dwell on it further and instead returned to the topic at hand.
"Uncle, did you try contacting the Fatui and the Abyss Order?"
"Yes."
Schubert nodded.
"Although you've already infiltrated the Knights—and have that dragon— to be safe, we still need external forces."
"When the time comes, internal and external pressure together will surely crush the Knights of Favonius."
But then he sighed regretfully.
"Unfortunately, they all refused.
Even when we offered Mondstadt's defense maps, they still wouldn't agree."
"So that's how it is…"
Eula suddenly understood everything.
Now it all made sense why her uncle's attitude toward her had changed so drastically after their last meeting.
It wasn't just about the dragon—
He actually thought she was a spy planted within the Knights.
"That's… seriously warped thinking."
Eula felt speechless.
Even imagining her as a mole?
But judging from their actions, these people were already completely deranged.
To seize control of Mondstadt, they were even willing to invite foreign enemies inside.
That alone proved—
Her decision was absolutely right.
"Don't worry. We'll contact them again later."
Schubert thought Eula was dissatisfied with the slow progress of his plan and hurriedly reassured her.
"No."
Eula raised her head, her voice calm yet firm.
"You are beyond saving— actually seeking help from the Fatui and the Abyss Order."
"And let me make this clear: I am a Knight of Favonius, not a spy."
"Not… a spy?!"
The smile vanished from Schubert's face.
Looking at Eula's serious expression, he realized something was very wrong.
Had his assumptions been wrong from the start?
If Eula wasn't a spy—
Schubert's face darkened immediately.
"A Knight of Favonius?"
"Get this straight! You are Lawrence!
You should be helping the clan reclaim its former glory!"
As the argument reignited, the surrounding clan members fell silent.
Confusion filled their faces once again.
Weren't these two just getting along moments ago?
Why had things escalated so suddenly?
"I am not speaking to you now as a Knight of Favonius,"
Eula said calmly, her gaze sweeping across the courtyard.
"I am speaking as a member of the Lawrence Clan."
"You have defiled the clan's original ideals."
"You're lecturing me now?"
Schubert's expression turned icy.
Having confirmed she wasn't a spy, his attitude instantly reverted to hostility.
"Enough. Words are meaningless now."
"Only through pain and blood will you understand the truth."
Eula swung her greatsword and took a battle stance.
"You— you traitorous wretch!"
Schubert pointed at her, his hand shaking with rage.
He finally understood—
Eula intended to eliminate them all.
His fury surged.
If that was the case, then he would fight back.
With so many people present, he had nothing to fear.
Once they seized the dragon from her, it wouldn't matter whether Eula lived or died.
With that thought, Schubert waved his hand sharply.
"Eula is committing treason and seeks to destroy the Lawrence Clan!
Seize her!"
"Charge!"
At Schubert's command, the clan members surged forward, launching an all-out attack on Eula.
Without activating Dance of the Shattered Blade, Eula was briefly locked in a stalemate.
"Good thing I have Boss Han's reward…"
Seeing their numbers and momentum, Eula felt a surge of relief.
She hadn't expected so many people to be here— and several of them were decent swordsmen.
Without the power she gained from Boss Han, this would have been extremely difficult.
But now—
"That's enough."
Eula's eyes turned cold.
She no longer intended to waste time.
Dance of the Shattered Blade—activate!
Her figure vanished.
Combined with her chained sword strikes, she danced through the crowd like a waltz.
It was as if a beautiful dance was unfolding before their eyes—
Graceful, elegant… and lethally poisonous.
With each strike, bodies fell one after another.
"You… you…!"
Seeing this scene, Schubert was completely stunned.
Over twenty people— including several skilled swordsmen—
And none of them were a match for Eula alone?
How had she become this strong?
As Eula walked toward him, Schubert finally panicked.
"No matter whether you're a spy or not— since you obtained that powerful three-headed dragon, it must be divine will!"
"It's the gods guiding you, leading the Lawrence Clan toward a brighter future!"
"Why… why would you do this?"
Schubert's voice trembled with genuine anguish.
Such overwhelming power— and yet she refused to submit.
What a waste…
"Divine will?"
Eula stopped in her tracks.
Hearing the word "god,"
her first thought wasn't Barbatos—
But the man who always wore a faint smile behind the counter of the comic shop.
Boss Han.
In her eyes, he was a being even greater than the gods.
Her rewards came from him.
Her doubts were resolved by him.
In that sense—
She truly had come bearing divine will.
A breathtaking smile bloomed on Eula's face.
"You're right."
"I am here by divine will."
"But not to stand with your rotten aristocracy—"
"I'm here to let the Lawrence Clan be reborn in flames."
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