It's so hard being a hero!

"As for his arrest of my father and interrogation."

Sofia continued.

“That was indeed a cross line, but he didn’t really hurt my dad, so I chose to back down. It’s not because I’m afraid of them, but because I don’t want to push things too far, and it hasn’t come to that point yet.”

Frey fell silent.

She looked into Sophia's blue eyes, which held no anger or resentment, only a calmness beyond her years.

"Sofia."

Frey spoke again, and the anger in her voice had subsided considerably.

Do you know what your biggest problem is?

"what?"

"You think about everything too clearly. Sometimes it's better to be a little confused than clear-headed."

Frey reached out and poked her forehead.

Sophia rubbed her forehead, which had been poked so hard, and smiled.

"Maybe."

"But I don't regret my decision today."

"While fighting can effectively and quickly solve problems, it only addresses the symptoms, not the root cause. This is a systemic problem. If I were to kill the Earl today, I would be standing against the Empire, which is not the outcome I want."

Frey looked at her and sighed.

"Fine, you have your reasons."

Her expression turned serious.

"But there's one thing I need to remind you of."

"what's up?"

"The people from the Empire will definitely arrive in the next day or two."

Frey's tone carried a hint of worry.

"Have you thought about how to deal with this? The ones who come will be at least silver-level, and possibly even gold-level."

Sophia shrugged.

Let's take it one step at a time.

Frey was so angry at her words that she almost rolled her eyes.

"Take it one step at a time? Can't you be a little more mature? Stop being so naive, okay?"

Sophia replied with a grin.

"Isn't naivety good? I think that looking at this matter from the perspective of right and wrong, without taking sides, is more realistic."

Frey's lips twitched, barely suppressing the urge to hit someone.

She took something out of her pocket and handed it to Sophia.

It was a gold-rimmed envelope sealed with a red wax seal bearing the emblem Sophia recognized—the official symbol of the Delos Empire.

Sophia was taken aback.

"what is this?"

"Take it."

Frey shoved the envelope into her hand.

"When the people from the Empire arrive, if they make things difficult for you, give them this envelope."

Sophia looked down at the envelope in her hand, turning it over and over to examine it.

What's in here?

"You don't have to worry about it."

Frey stood up and straightened her skirt.

"Anyway, I can keep you safe."

Sofia looked up at Frey.

"Teacher, were you prepared all along?"

"Do you think I'm like you, just taking things one step at a time?"

Frey rolled her eyes.

"Alright, stop asking, I'm leaving."

She raised her hand and tore open a spatial rift, and a ghostly blue light filled the room.

"teacher."

Sophia called out to her.

Frey stopped and turned around.

"Is there anything else?"

"Thank you."

Sophia said earnestly.

Frey looked at her, a slight smile curving her lips, but the smile quickly disappeared.

"Stop flattering and use your brain."

After saying that, she stepped into the spatial rift, a flash of eerie blue light disappeared, and the room returned to silence.

Sofia sat on the bed, looking down at the gold-edged envelope in her hand, turning it over and over for a long time.

The sealing wax was intact, so she didn't open it.

Frey said she couldn't watch it, so she wouldn't watch it.

She believed Frey.

Sophia put the envelope away, lay down on the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

My mind is racing with thoughts of what happened today.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I hope this envelope will actually be useful."

She muttered something to herself, then turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Everything she did was actually to better face Lilith.

Lilith's power comes from all sorts of desires, and she must adjust her strategy when she returns to this world.

On the other side, the Earl's mansion.

Vlad sat in his study, a sheet of paper spread out in front of him, his quill pen dipped in ink, yet he hesitated to write.

He was writing a report for the empire.

But I don't know how to write it.

Is this a true account? Does it mean he was so frightened by a twelve-year-old girl that he couldn't move?

Where does he put his face then?

Why not write it truthfully? What if the people sent by the Empire don't know the situation and something goes wrong?

He gritted his teeth and finally decided to write the truth.

Anyway, it's not that embarrassing, the most important thing is to resolve the issue.

He picked up his pen and began to write on the letter paper.

After writing the last word, he put down his pen, folded the letter, put it in the envelope, and stamped it with his seal.

"Someone come here."

The study door was pushed open, and a servant walked in.

"Your Excellency."

"Send this letter to the capital as quickly as possible."

The servant took the envelope, bowed respectfully, and turned to leave the study.

Vlad leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

He picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, and gazed at the dark night sky outside the window.

"Sofia."

He murmured the name, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Who exactly are you?"

Unfortunately, no one could answer him.

Chapter 48 Imperial Survey Corps

Two days later, in Kyle City.

Early in the morning, the city gate was already crowded with people.

Count Vlad stood at the front of the line, behind him a middle-aged man in golden armor and Harris.

The man in the golden armor is Kru, the captain of the Knights of the Earl's Mansion in Kyle City, a bronze-level warrior.

He was the one who went to the Empire to ask for help before.

"coming."

Klu quickly offered a reminder.

Dust billowed up on the official road in the distance.