Retaining these wild traits would make it easier for social subhumans to carry out group activities.

This results in demi-humans having poor discipline and being difficult to discipline.

Basically, they will only obey Lia's orders.

After all, demi-humans are more grateful than humans.

Lia thought it would take Victor a long time to completely tame these demi-humans.

But unexpectedly...

In just one night, they all pledged their allegiance to Viktor.

Lia was very curious about what Victor had done.

Viktor simply explained:

"Personal charisma".

"???"

Lia glanced at Victor with disdain and said sarcastically.

"You dare utter that word?"

In Lia's eyes, Victor's only redeeming qualities are that he is handsome and possesses powerful magic.

As for the change in attitude towards him later, it was because Viktor gradually became more like a human being.

Although it looks quite excellent now.

Well, she has to admit, Victor is pretty good now.

At least she doesn't dislike it.

But the demi-humans are not creatures who will willingly submit just because they see such beings.

Victor glanced at her and said again:

"Wild animals have a fighting spirit,"

"If they are equal in strength, or only slightly different, they will fight each other."

"However, if the difference in strength is significant."

"Like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Viktor stretched out a hand.

A red light gradually emanated from his hand around his wrist.

Two flames burst forth instantly.

The crimson flames danced in the air.

After thrashing around for a while, it transformed into a vicious dog, its entire body wreathed in orange-yellow flames.

The vicious dog kept barking fiercely at the other ball of fire.

But then, another primordial flame, as if flowing through meridians, began to spread continuously in all directions.

The crimson stripes gradually form the shape of an extremely robust and fierce tiger.

The terrifying tiger merely stood still, its head held high, looking arrogantly at the vicious dog before it, without even uttering a breath.

The vicious dog, wreathed in flames, tucked its tail between its legs, lowered its head, and lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to move an inch.

Looking at the state of the tiger and the vicious dog, Lia immediately understood something and said:

"So, you compared yourself to a tiger."

"No."

"Viktor said calmly."

"That's not all."

Suddenly, the vicious dog was infused with magic, and the flames became even more intense.

The vicious dog gradually grew larger until it reached a height that even two tigers stacked on top of each other could not reach.

The flames burned furiously.

Everything around seemed to be completely illuminated, and the temperature began to rise sharply.

Lia felt the intense heat around her, and even breathing became difficult.

She squinted and saw two ferocious heads growing from the shoulders of the fiery hound.

The gaping maw of the abyss flowed with flickering flames, which fell continuously, scorching and cracking the earth beneath its feet.

Flames kept rising from it, as if expressing boundless rage.

The towering flames illuminated the night, making even the moon appear dim.

When the tiger saw the vicious dog transformed into this form, it lowered its head in fear and stopped wagging its tail.

But perhaps out of pride as the king of the forest, it still growled softly twice at the three-headed dog.

The three-headed dog, engulfed in flames, merely glanced at it.

In an instant, it transformed into endless, raging flames, completely engulfing the tiger.

This made him even stronger.

The flames grew and burned fiercely.

The three-headed dog opened its three enormous mouths and barked wildly at the sky.

"Awooo—!!!"

A piercing scream, accompanied by intense heat, echoed throughout the entire courtyard.

Lia stared blankly at the three-headed fire dog.

"What...what kind of creature is this?"

"Cerberus, the watchdog of hell."

With a flick of his wrist, Victor caused the flames to gradually dissipate.

Only red and black sparks remained, slowly dissipating into the air.

He turned around and gently patted Lia's shoulder.

"If I get the chance, I'll get you a real one."

"?"

Lia stood there, stunned, staring blankly at Victor's retreating figure.

They slowly walked away from the mansion.

...

As dawn broke, the Delin residence began to function like a machine.

Gwen stood in the training ground, carrying her longsword, preparing for training.

But she always felt a lack of motivation.

He seemed absent-minded.

Since returning from the North, he has been summoned by Emperor Auberly.

She remained in this inexplicably irritable state.

Even the long sword in his hand became somewhat unsteady.

Perhaps it's because recently she's felt that her abilities have reached a bottleneck.

Despite having practiced the movements countless times, many mistakes still occurred.

“...Victor.”

She gripped her longsword tightly and looked at the flat ground ahead.

Viktor still didn't come this morning.

Viktor hasn't come to spar with her in a long time.

She could understand; after all, things hadn't been peaceful for the Clavenna family lately.

She closed her eyes, trying to recall the feeling of sparring with Viktor.

Only then could she feel that all the muscles in her body were being fully mobilized.

As Gwen continued her sword-wielding practice, a maid rushed to Leah's side.

With his head bowed, he spoke to Gwen with utmost respect:

"Master of the family."

Since she inherited her father's title, the servants around her have changed how they address her.

Although she emphasized that we should just call her by our usual way.

But these servants felt that only the title of "Head of the Household" could emphasize her status.

That way she'll always remember.

She was no longer an ordinary knight.

She is now Countess Gwen Delin.

A knight-earth count who controls a large territory in the north.

She stopped swinging her sword, wiped her sweat, and turned to look at the servant.

The servant bowed respectfully and presented a letter with both hands.

Gwen was puzzled, but the maid explained.

"This is an invitation from the Clevner family."

"Count Victor wishes to have dinner with you tonight."