It's so hard being a hero!

Count Vlad's face turned visibly pale.

He instinctively took a step back, bumped into the chair behind him, and plopped down on his bottom.

"What, what are you going to do?"

His voice had changed tone, and it no longer had that tough edge it had before.

At this moment, Harris, who had been standing by without making a move, quickly stepped in front of the Earl.

"Miss Sophia, don't do anything foolish."

Harris drew his greatsword and looked at Sophia with a serious expression.

“If you kill the Earl, there will be no room for negotiation. What will come then will not be investigators, but the Empire’s punitive expedition.”

Sophia stopped in her tracks upon hearing this, looked at Harris's worried face, and fell silent.

She knew Harris wasn't threatening her, but rather looking out for her.

This middle-aged knight is an upright man.

She could tell from the very first time they met.

Sophia was silent for a moment, then her fierce expression disappeared.

"Okay, fine."

She walked past Harris and knelt down next to Sulott.

Surott's face was deathly pale.

When he saw his daughter walking over, his eyes welled up with tears again.

"Sophia, it's Daddy who's caused you trouble."

He felt very guilty at that moment.

"I already told you, it's not your fault."

Sophia interrupted him, and with a flick of her finger, the ropes binding Surott broke into several pieces like noodles.

She reached out and helped her father up from the ground.

Sulot's legs felt weak, and she leaned against her daughter.

Sophia supported him and turned to look at Count Vlad.

“Count, I still stand by what I said.”

“I don’t think I did anything wrong, and I don’t accept your accusations.”

Vlad opened his mouth as if to say something, but after seeing Sophia's calm eyes, he swallowed his words.

"Don't worry, I won't run away either."

Sofia continued.

"But let me make this clear from the start: if you still want to cause trouble, I can't guarantee I'll be this polite next time."

The hall was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by that last sentence.

What gives a twelve-year-old girl the audacity to say such a thing?

"besides."

Sophia's gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Vlad's face.

“I will take full responsibility for this matter; it has nothing to do with my parents.”

She emphasized her words.

"I hope you won't make things difficult for them, Earl. If something like this happens again, don't blame us for being impolite."

After saying that, she stopped looking at Vlad's expression, helped Solot turn around and walk towards the door.

The knights standing at the door looked at each other, but none of them dared to stop them.

They automatically made way for them.

Sophia helped Sulot out of the Earl's mansion.

Sunlight shone on the two of them. Surott squinted and took a deep breath, feeling as if he had just escaped death.

"Sofia."

His voice was still trembling slightly.

"Ok?"

"Are you going to go head-to-head with the Earl?"

Sophia thought for a moment.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll be fine. I have my reasons for doing this."

Surott opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just shook his head and sighed.

"Well, my greatest achievement in this life is probably having a daughter like you."

Sophia was amused by his words.

"Alright, stop flattering me. Let's go home; Mom's probably worried."

The two walked slowly back along the street.

Behind him, at the main gate of the Earl's mansion, Harris stood there, watching the two figures walk further and further away, remaining silent for a long time.

"Deputy Regiment Commander."

A young knight approached and asked in a low voice.

"Just who is that little girl?"

Harris shook his head.

"do not know."

He paused.

"But someone who can teach such students is definitely not an ordinary person."

The young knight swallowed hard.

"Then what do we do?"

What else can we do?

Harris turned and walked back to the Earl's mansion.

"The rest is beyond our control."

In the main hall of the Earl's mansion, Count Vlad sat in a chair, his hand holding a wine glass still trembling slightly.

Morey stood beside him, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He was completely overwhelmed by Sophia's attack, and half of his body was still numb.

"Your Excellency."

Morey spoke, his voice hoarse.

"That little girl's magical power is definitely more than bronze level."

"More than Bronze level?"

Vlad turned his head and glared at him.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, when she fought me just now, she wasn't even using her full strength."

Morey's tone was very serious.

"She was playing around, testing her own abilities, and wasn't taking it seriously at all."

Vlad's face darkened further.

"So what level is she exactly?"

"At least Silver level."

Morey stated his assessment.

"It could even be higher."

Vlad's wine glass fell to the ground with a crash, splashing red wine all over the floor.

"Silver level?"

His voice rose eight octaves.

A twelve-year-old Silver-level player? Are you kidding me?

"I'm not joking."

Morey shook his head.

"And Your Excellency, don't forget, she has a teacher behind her."

Vlad remained silent.

Yes, if a twelve-year-old girl is this strong, then what level must her teacher be?

Gold grade? Diamond grade?

Or even higher?

He dared not think about it anymore.

"Then, what do we do now?"

For the first time, a hint of fear crept into Vlad's voice.

"Just wait and see."

Morey sighed.