The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

That's why it won't easily satisfy its master...

"Alright, we can argue again tonight. Let's head to the new territory now."

It's getting late, so let's set off early while the morning sun isn't too strong.

"So the master knew all along~"

Fiona glanced helplessly at Ron, then opened the door and walked into the courtyard.

Ron followed closely behind, crossing the courtyard and arriving at the gate of the mansion.

More than a hundred knights from the Knights' Camp were already waiting at the gate, along with Lilith and three dragon girls, all waiting to officially set off.

As Ron stepped out of the mansion, everyone felt that the surroundings had become much brighter.

Looking up, one could see Ron, dressed in silver armor, walking out with a solemn expression.

"Everyone, draw your swords."

As the Knight Commander, Yarman immediately drew his longsword upon seeing Ron emerge.

shhhhh--

At his command, more than a hundred knights drew their swords.

"Fight for Leonard, fight for Lord Ron!"

The knights knelt on one knee, gripped their longswords tightly in both hands, pressed them against their chests, and solemnly swore an oath.

Under the sunlight, knights' longswords gleamed with golden light, and shouts pierced the sky.

Although there were only a little over a hundred people, their momentum was exceptionally strong.

Lilith, who witnessed all of this, was so excited that she trembled all over.

The dragon girls were also stunned on the spot.

No?

Is this still the same human who only knows how to be lewd all day long?

Even the usually lively Lucia was speechless with surprise.

O'Ville's eyes widened, her tail swaying back and forth, lost in thought.

Philia's crimson vertical pupils never left the man for even a moment.

When Ron looked over, she immediately raised her chin proudly, seemingly unwilling to lose in terms of imposing manner.

But Fria had to admit that the man did indeed look like a warrior when he put on his armor.

"Mount up and let's go!"

After scanning the room, Ron waved his hand, and all the knights immediately sheathed their swords and mounted their horses.

"Young Master Ron, your horse."

Yarman led over a magnificent horse with a glossy black coat and sharp eyes.

"Ah."

Ron took the reins, put his feet on the saddle, and leaped onto the horse with fluid, graceful movements.

Perhaps excited by being ridden by a man, the horse couldn't help but lift its front hooves into the air.

Under the sunlight, Ron, clad in silver armor and riding a black horse, looked like a valiant knight who had stepped out of a painting.

Without using a single brush or ink, a masterpiece was created...

Ron rode ahead, followed closely by a group of knights, escorting a procession of over thirty carriages as they made their way toward the Earl's mansion.

Pedestrians stopped on both sides of the street and looked out.

The men who saw it felt jealous and envious, as if a fire had been ignited in their hearts, and they wished they could become knights immediately.

The woman was overjoyed and wished she could ride off into the moon with this handsome nobleman and enjoy himself right there.

This scene is playing out on every street in Winterfell, and it will continue for the next couple of days.

Because the lords heading to the far north will all be arriving at the settlements in the next few days.

Every nobleman would don his finest armor and ride his beloved horse, so that the people of the city and other nobles could see his heroic figure.

There's a reason for doing this: firstly, to flex our muscles to other noble families, and secondly, to make our family's name even more prestigious.

There's even a third point: if he were to catch the eye of a noble lady at this time, it's not impossible that he could win her heart at the next noble banquet and even have a beautiful love story.

As the Leonard family's last hope, Ron naturally shared this sentiment.

As the caravan passed the Church of the Goddess of Night, Ron suddenly remembered the saintess with the striking contrast in her appearance.

I couldn't help but look up, wondering if the saintess would appear at a window on this occasion.

As I scanned each window, I didn't see that familiar face.

Just when Ron thought that Saintess Xilin might be praying or had already left Winter, he saw the saintess in a pure white robe at the window on the left spire.

She was leaning against the window, only half of her body showing, when just then, she looked over.

Their eyes met, gazing at each other across the distance.

At this moment, the saintess Xilin saw the man who also coveted her body and was frantically trying to defile her.

Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, her knees touching each other and rubbing gently.

Her beautiful eyes seemed to hold a hidden well of tears, as if they could well spill out at any moment.

Mr. Leonard Ron, please defile my body thoroughly....

Under the morning light, in the Holy See, a chaste saint gently caresses her delicate body.

The flames of desire tightly enveloped the saintess Xilin, making her unable to extricate herself and willingly sinking into them.

This scene was witnessed by Ron, who was riding a black horse and wearing silver armor.

He laughed, a smug laugh.

The saint fell because of her own actions, and she hoped that he could defile her without reservation in the future.

And all of this didn't last long.

When the knights are enfeoffed and granted titles, and when they return, it will be the day to enjoy this sacred feast.

Let's indulge this saint's fantasies...

Ron was quite looking forward to seeing what the Virgin of Chastity would look like and what expression she would make...

As the horses moved forward, the caravan gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving behind the Church of the Goddess of Night.

Before the man's figure disappeared, Saintess Xilin seemed unable to hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground...

"Mr. Ron~~~"

Seemingly reluctant to see the other person leave, the saintess couldn't help but call out their name.

But the distance was too far for Ron to hear, though there would be opportunities for face-to-face communication.

The Church of the Goddess of Night is located in the central district of Winter City, not far from the Earl's Mansion.

The convoy only crossed three streets before arriving at the back gate of the Earl's mansion.

Looking into the distance, there were several pioneering teams parked on both sides.

"Everyone stay put. Yarman, take a few knights and come with me to rally the people."

The road ahead was fairly wide, but if their team cut in, it would cause congestion and could even lead to a riot.

It would be better if a small team went in and led the farmers out.

"Young Master Ron, we need a few knights."

The lack of precise numbers posed a challenge for Yarman, making it impossible for him to execute the orders.

"Including you, there are ten of you."

Ron momentarily forgot about his knight's long-wheelbase problem, but it wasn't a big deal.

In some tasks, his stubbornness is actually an advantage.

"Yes!"

Once the command is precise, Yarman's brain begins to function.

He summoned nine knights, who followed Ron as the group headed towards the backyard of the Earl's mansion.

"My lord, my lord~"

Before even entering the backyard, a gentle female voice could be heard coming from a nearby area where farmers lived.

Ron hadn't paid attention before, but now that he saw them clearly, he realized that these people seemed to be his subjects.

He recognized the woman who spoke; she was the young mother from yesterday who had brought her daughter with a cold.

"My lord!!!"

The stone stirred up a thousand waves. The farmers, who were squatting, sitting or lying down, were terrified when they saw Ron in full armor. They all knelt down respectfully.

Ordinary people would be intimidated by the imposing aura of a knight in armor.