Westminster Bank

She paused. "I can accept any request, as long as it doesn't harm a living soul... This will also be my penance for inhabiting Freya's body and causing the annulment of your engagement."

"Even everything?" Baron suddenly asked.

Fla fell silent once more. After a long moment, she nodded. "Everything." Her face was a mask of determination.

"Good," Baron agreed without hesitation. "I want you to inherit the position of Patriarch of the Lancelot's Family. Then, you will hand over all the status, wealth, and power you possess to my control."

Fla was stunned, clearly not expecting the Dragon Knight's demand to be so "bold" and utterly unexpected.

"What, can't you do it?" Baron said. "In that case, perhaps Miss Fula's 'everything' is far more insignificant than I imagined."

"No," Fla replied. "I swear by the Traitor. I will obey your command, Sir."

Baron: "..."

He raised an eyebrow in surprise, clearly not having expected Fla to agree so readily. The urge he'd felt to 'teach her a lesson' began to subside.

In this world, oaths sworn in the name of a God seemed to possess an indescribable power. For Fla to dare swear by the Traitor—the Old God who, according to legend, despised betrayal above all else—meant she was obviously serious.

'So... have I successfully placed my first half-a-mole inside the Lancelot's Family?'

'Well... I say "half" because Freya's body is home to both Fla and Freya... now that I think about it.'

"Does Freya know you exist?"

Baron didn't take back his demand, even though he was a little moved... 'Well, the word Gold symbolizes absolute social status on both the Outer Side and the Inner Side, so it's only natural to be stirred by it.'

Especially for someone like Baron, a former working stiff who had been terrified of poverty in his past life.

Before Fla could answer, he continued, "And can you tell me this: if Freya is the one in control of the body, are you still consciously aware?

Or do you simply sleep, waking up with no memory of what Freya experienced in the interim? Is there any way to solve this?"

This was a question that had suddenly occurred to Baron.

'Since Fla and Freya's situation is similar to the Dissociative Identity Disorder in the Constantine Family—and an even more dangerous case of two spirits in one soul at that—why shouldn't I be able to learn something from their experience?'

'Though I have fragmented memories from this body's original owner, there are always subtle gaps at crucial points.'

'If I could use some Secret Technique to complete these memory fragments, I might be able to deduce something about the detailed experience of becoming a Bloodless and coming to live on the Outer Side, or even the moment the "Zhou Yike" personality first appeared in my mind.'

Fla shook her head. "Just as she is unaware of me, I am unaware of what she experiences... As for her noticing, she has indeed been aware for a long time. But she didn't blame Mr. Lankao... and she has accepted me."

Fla gave a wry smile. "Miss Freya truly is a good person."

"As for enabling both of us to know what the other has experienced, or even to receive each other's memories..."

Fla said, "Mr. Lankao did consider that... but the method he suggested was for us to keep a diary together... However, Miss Freya doesn't like to write in a diary, and it was also inconvenient for me because of the Dragon Eater Association... so we had to drop the idea."

"And..."

Fla seemed to want to say more, but instead, she picked up a pen and paper and wrote a few lines.

Looking at the note Fla had handed him, Baron subconsciously read it aloud:

"'All sacrifice is necessary' is the switch phrase? That Twin flower hairpin is the alchemy item that maintains stability and balance? There's a two-day cooldown between each switch? Oh no..."

By the time Baron realized what he'd said, the woman before him had already transformed into the spoiled and unreasonable "Princess Freya."

The newly "awakened" Freya saw the man before her. A brief look of surprise gave way to fury as she grabbed her Magic Staff, aimed it at him, and snarled through clenched teeth:

"Constantine! You vile Bloodless! How dare you appear before me again!"

The Magic Staff in her hand trembled with either tension or rage. Her brows were knitted in anger, her teeth bit into her thin, rosy lips, and her expression promised violence if Baron's answer didn't satisfy her.

"And why wouldn't I? Miss Freya, there's nothing between us anymore."

Baron watched her quietly, his black eyes as deep and unfathomable as a shadowed spring.

"Nothing between us..."

Freya froze, then said furiously, "The matter of you killing my brother Anthony is far from over... And you kidnapped me at the Dragon Land Subway Station..."

"I didn't kill him."

Baron took a sip of his coffee, paying little mind to his spoiled and willful "ex-fiancée." He began to organize Fla's words in his mind, analyzing the best solution and path forward for himself.

'Since Fla has confessed everything, I need to make good use of the information she's given me.'

'Hmm... It seems that aside from knowing that Anthony, with his sister complex, was indeed set up by the Dragon Eater Association, I still don't know who actually killed him. But that doesn't matter now. There are three main priorities at the moment:'

1. 'Regardless of who killed Anthony, the Dragon Eater Association was the one who framed me. I can use that as a starting point to shake off all this blame, like for the Assassination Knight Order Leader incident.'

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