"Your life—"

"They will all become my servants, at my beck and call."

......

Beyond the capital, the boundless, flat grasslands sway gently in the breeze.

The moonlight spread across the entire grassland like a curtain, while countless stars hung in the sky, twinkling incessantly.

The appearance of a figure shattered the original tranquility of the place.

Blue stripes gradually fell from the sky and converged on the ground.

The person who appeared was wearing a jet-black trench coat that swayed continuously in the air.

Viktor stood quietly in place, as if waiting for something.

Above the sky, Vega flapped his wings and landed.

She landed steadily on Viktor's shoulder.

It rang in Victor's ears with that sharp, unpleasant raven-like voice.

"I never expected that the Empress of the Empire would be a member of the Witcher organization."

"Victor, did you already know about this?"

Viktor strolled leisurely across the peaceful grassland, saying:

"The bloodline of a Witcher needs to be passed down. It will only be passed down to the next Witcher after the previous one dies."

"The person who passed it on to Claudia was her father, the head of the Stoke family."

There are very deep reasons behind this.

Through his conversation with the old emperor, Victor finally understood everything.

He put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the stars:

"Her father was accused by Queen Claudia and was personally sent to the executioner's block by her."

The Stoke family was wiped out, leaving only Claudia, who inherited her father's bloodline as a Witcher, and she left the Empire in sorrow.

But Viktor squinted:

"But in short, things are more complicated than I've described."

"Okay, but actually I don't care about these things."

Vega just chuckled and then said:

“But as you planned, Victor, I do need these strong and capable witchers.”

That's right, it was a setup.

Victor was never worried that Kevlar would suspect that he was hiding a demon in his house.

On the contrary, the actions of these witchers gave Victor a better reason to keep them around.

If Leah weren't stupid, those witchers who invaded their home would probably have already been signed into servitude by her, ready to work for the Clavner family for the rest of their lives.

......

Lia stood in the living room, which resembled ruins, but there was no trace of regret on her face.

Even with the money at hand, he calmly calculated the property losses his family had suffered.

Around her, a group of witchers, bound by vines, stood beside Lia with their heads bowed.

Kokote floated back and forth on the cloud, watching them with a supervisory posture.

Leah quickly finished the calculations, then, holding the bill, she smiled and said to the witchers:

"The damage to the house is a minor issue, but the gold-threaded wood furniture, antiques, collectibles, and calligraphy and paintings are all destroyed, their value..."

Lia seemed to be deliberately drawing out her words, whetting the appetites of the witchers:

"You need to pay compensation, 20 million Giovanni."

"This is after rounding down the price."

The demon hunters shuddered upon hearing the number.

Several people immediately began to refute this:

"Those losses weren't ours..."

"But if it weren't for you, our house wouldn't have been destroyed. Oh right, and another thing."

Leah squinted, her hands cupping her chest, her tone extremely dangerous:

"If you hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten."

"You infiltrated my house and even drugged my demi-human guards, leaving my defenses weak. That was your doing, wasn't it?"

"Add another million as compensation for them, is that alright?"

Her voice, like the whispers of a demon, kept echoing in the ears of the witchers.

...

No, it's even more terrifying than a demon.

At least, they would rather fight demons than Lia.

"But we don't have that much money..."

"That's easy."

Lia seemed to have expected this, and suddenly laughed, pulling out the prepared contract.

One after another, they were distributed to the witchers.

They took the contract, looked at the terms, and were somewhat bewildered.

“There are twenty of you here. If each of you works for my family, we can pay it all back in ten years.”

"Oh, by the way, none of you will have any free time during the work period, do you understand?"

The witchers began to tremble and shout:

"You, you monster, this is illegal imprisonment!"

"Illegal imprisonment? Did you think about the consequences when you smuggled yourselves into the country?"

Lia's expression remained the same, all smiles, as she looked the shouting witchers up and down.

They became even more frightened.

Because they were not originally residents of the Empire.

The empire was so powerful that it did not need any other forces, not even any fanatical religion.

Therefore, the Witcher organization was almost unable to gain a foothold in the Empire.

The empire's laws are extremely strict; if someone is caught illegally entering the country, being deported is considered a light punishment.

Moreover, they not only entered the country illegally, but also went directly to the Imperial Earl's house to cause trouble.

If he were captured by the Empire, he would probably be imprisoned until death.

Therefore, they had no choice but to give in.

Just then, a piece of wood on the ceiling began to sway.

Squeak—

The huge, swaying wooden plank fell from the sky and hit a perfectly intact, valuable vase in the corner of the living room.

Snap!

The vase shattered instantly upon impact.

Shards of the bottle even hit the faces of the witchers.

The Witchers: "..."

Hearing this, Lia didn't even turn her head to look; she simply continued smiling and said calmly:

"Add another year."