They all call me Great Master

Nicole?!

Malz's eyes bulged, and he stood up uncontrollably from his chair, repeatedly asking—

"Nicole, are you Cotton's fiancée, Nicole?"

"Hmm."

Grandma Andor nodded, her eyes softening at the mention of 'Cotton's' name.

It was a radiance interwoven with longing and memories.

A light sigh filled with indescribable attachment.

In this sigh, Malz sat back down in his chair.

The old sheriff stared at the once comrade's fiancée and, after a full three to four seconds of silence, finally spoke.

"You killed the owner of 'Patrick Bookstore' and the editor-in-chief of 'Horn Report', Comms?"

"Hmm."

Grandma Andor nodded again, this time with a flicker of outrage in her eyes that even Linda could perceive, while the others fell into contemplative silence.

Especially the old sheriff, who furrowed his brows.

Everything was so evident.

He had already guessed the general situation.

However, there were still things the old sheriff needed to hear from Grandma Andor herself.

"Can you tell me exactly what happened?"

The old sheriff inquired.

"Revenge.

Do you still remember what happened when you returned to South Los at the end of the Seven Years' War, just as the war was about to end?"

Grandma Andor looked towards the old sheriff.

The latter's expression became stern as he said solemnly,

"Never forgotten!"

"Then do you know you were supposed to return to South Los by ship?"

Grandma Andor asked again.

Suddenly, the old sheriff's eyes narrowed dangerously—bringing up the past was something he always preferred not to do.

Because, in his view, it was an accident.

In fact, it had been officially deemed an accident.

It was his direct superior who had personally inspected and concluded the matter.

So, the old sheriff had never given it much thought.

But if they were supposed to return by ship and ended up returning on foot instead...

Everything was different!

It meant that someone had orchestrated that accident for them!

The accident was man-made!

The old sheriff stared intently at Grandma Andor and asked once more.

"By ship? Are you certain?"

"Certain!

According to the orders at the time, you were to return to South Los by ship, but someone altered that command—'Patrick Bookstore's owner was the person who forged the false orders back then, and the editor-in-chief of 'Horn Report'? His seal engraving skills were quite impressive, the seal came from his hands!"

Grandma Andor mentioned the two individuals, her eyes brimming with bitterness.

At the side of the dinner table, Scott's face turned pale.

He knew of Editor Comms's love for seal engraving and had even seen the old editor at work on seals.

But...

He had never imagined that the old editor would be involved in such matters.

Recalling the old editor's usual care for him, the young editor felt disbelief, as if seeing a completely disconnected person for the first time at that moment.

Scott, reeling from the shock of reality, bowed his head in silence.

Marinda, however, looked with great interest at the familiar figure of Grandma Andor.

"Can you tell me how you found out they had done these things?"

The lady asked in this manner.

As usual, she carried a probing tone.

Grandma Andor clearly felt this probing.

But the grandmother didn't care.

On the contrary, she generously admitted—

"Miss Caesar, it's just as you thought!"

The mastermind behind it all was none other than Baron Kemir, whom you are to inherit the title from!

He planned everything!

And I killed him!"

Having received the answer she wanted, Marinda nodded with a slight smile, yet her gaze returned to Arthur.

She knew that every step Arthur took was significant, even a salon like New House Salon had to serve his purpose.

And everything that happened just then confirmed her speculation.

So...

'Was it just about finding the "murderer"?'

No way!

That's not Arthur's style!

'This guy must be after something!'

Unable to confirm her suspicions, Marinda chose to watch from the sidelines.

And at the dinner table, everyone's eyes were on this lady, then on Grandma Andor, and finally, on Arthur.

Everyone was very surprised by such a coincidence.

But was it really a coincidence? Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Looking at Arthur, holding Pendragon, everyone subconsciously shook their heads.

At that moment, everyone recalled what Arthur had just said—

'If we can't stop evil from happening, then we have no right to stop others from carrying out justice on heaven's behalf!'

So, it was not a coincidence!

Arthur had known all this for a long time!

But Arthur chose to be an observer!

Yes, with an Arthur, the 'Spirit Medium' present, how could it possibly be just coincidence?

If it really had to be called a coincidence, it would be better to call it 'Destiny'!

The 'Destiny' brought by a 'Spirit Medium'!

To Arthur's left, aside from Marinda, sat Linda in the place closest to Arthur, she was puzzled amid her surprise.

Not puzzled by Arthur knowing about this.

Linda firmly believed that with a stronger Bloodline and superior Talent than herself, Arthur could naturally know these things if he wished.

What perplexed and puzzled her was how Grandma Andor managed to kill a Noble.

Following her 'Bloodline Awakening,' Linda had learned part of the world's truth from Butler Oer's words. She understood why Nobles valued 'Bloodline' so much, and also why they could hold a position unattainable by the common man—all rooted in power!

That kind of power that towered above the average person!

Even for a 'Dud,' it was the same!

Because their ancestors had already planned everything out for the 'Dud.'

Maybe for a Lord, it would be difficult.

But at the level of a Baron, having one or two defensive props that could be normally used by the common people was necessary.

So, it's very hard for a commoner to harm a Noble.

With curiosity and doubts filling her mind, Linda looked towards Arthur and, after he nodded, the member of the Kledos Family immediately voiced her question—

"How did you kill a Noble?"

Faced with such an inquiry, Grandma Andor laughed.

However, her smile carried a touch of bitterness.

"Food and cooking.

Some delicious Food combined can form toxins, and while these toxins are not acute, long-term accumulation can still be lethal. My mother told me that as a wife and mother, it's my duty to ensure that my husband and children gain health from their meals.

I always worked hard towards this purpose.

But Cotton's death in the war left me utterly without an aim.

After the war ended, due to my mother, I pretended everything was fine and even applied for a job at Baron Kemir's estates.

I planned to take my own life after my mother passed away peacefully.

However, the 'thank-you banquet' hosted by Baron Kemir revealed everything to me.

They drank themselves into a stupor.

They boasted to each other.

And I?

I chose to use the only means I was proficient at, the only way I could, for revenge."

Linda nodded repeatedly as she listened but still harbored curiosity within—

One thing, in particular, drew her concern.