They all call me Great Master

In Arthur's view, two carriages drove side by side.

The coachmen were nowhere to be found.

In the drivers' seats were two ladies.

Madam Susan.

Ms. Camille.

Both ladies wielded whips, striving to get their carriages ahead of the other, while continuously murmuring under their breath—some to spur their horses, others cursing their rival.

It was probably something like—

You ****ing ****, I ****ing ****!

That barrage of beeping left Arthur speechless.

Especially from Arthur's perspective, when these two ladies looked at each other, there were actual sparks between their gazes.

The crackling kind.

As if...

they would explode at any moment.

A smile played on Arthur's lips.

The scene before him was nothing unexpected!

On the contrary, everything was part of Arthur's plan—

Old Charlie's beloveds treated him well because of Old Charlie.

But that did not mean that Old Charlie's beloveds were amicable toward each other.

This, Arthur had known for a long time.

Otherwise, why would Old Charlie need to travel every year?

He certainly would have bought No. 1, No. 3, No. 4 Cork Street, and so on.

However, one thing did surprise Arthur.

'Did Madam Susan and Ms. Camille have conflicts before?'

With others, Arthur was still unclear what was happening, but these two were undoubtedly at odds.

Under Old Charlie's 'suppression,' such situations must involve considerable conflicts—otherwise, it couldn't have been this bad.

And facing these kinds of conflicts?

Arthur maintained an 'onlooker' mentality.

Otherwise, what could he do?

He certainly did not possess Old Charlie's courage to break his own legs directly, did he?

Was he supposed to rush forward and shout...

'Stop it! Don't fight anymore~'

But there was no rain falling either!

That definitely wouldn't work.

Arthur pondered at the bottom of his heart, his gaze involuntarily turning towards Marinda, who was assisting Ms. Anna in the kitchen.

He couldn't manage the two ladies.

But Marinda could.

Don't forget that Marinda now bore a 'destined role.'

The first fourth-generation member of the Kledos Family!

That was significant enough!

Just as Arthur was about to call out to Marinda, the two carriages suddenly slowed down, and the competitive momentum of driving side by side was lost.

All that was left was a slow advance.

Even the drivers had returned to their compartments.

And the original coachmen then leaped from inside the carriages back to the seats, and continued to manage the carriages.

Even from a distance, Arthur could see the coachman's relief.

It was a kind of...

relief from narrowly escaping death.

And the joy of being alive.

'They must have thought they were going to die just now, hadn't they?'

Arthur thought to himself, yet walked to the courtyard entrance with a smile on his face.

Meanwhile, he silently thought—

Grandpa rocks!

Arthur did not know how Old Charlie had attracted such ladies, but these women clearly loved Old Charlie more than he had imagined.

Otherwise, they would not have been as considerate of Grandpa's dignity, choosing not to argue in his presence.

And that was enough!

Perhaps in private, they would fight until blood flowed, but as long as they maintained decorum in front of him, that was sufficient.

Nobody would feel awkward.

That was what Arthur hoped for.

As for more?

Naturally, it was Old Charlie who smoothed things over.

Otherwise, who else could it be?

He was just a young, naive, kind-hearted, and upright "Spirit Medium" after all, not a gentleman like Old Charlie.

With a self-aware smile, Arthur waited patiently.

Two carriages came to a stop simultaneously.

The carriage doors were opened by the coachmen.

Madam Susan and Ms. Camille were both dressed in casual attire.

Madam Susan wore a white gown with a rabbit fur shawl, exuding an air of intellect and gentleness.

Ms. Camille, on the other hand, wore a gray-white vest, a black lace blouse, and gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, emanating a scholarly vibe.

If Arthur had not witnessed the tense exchange between the two women moments earlier, he would never have imagined they could bicker all the way.

"Good evening, Madam Susan, Ms. Camille.

Please excuse the intrusion.",

Arthur said with impeccable manners.

Madam Susan and Ms. Camille stood side by side, behaving like close sisters and smiling at Arthur.

"This is the pine branch I selected. Hang it on the door.",

Madam Susan brought out a gilded pine branch.

The gold made the pine branch shimmer brightly.

Of course, what was most important was the Thunder and Storm inscriptions from the Kledos Family on the pine branch.

Anyone familiar would immediately recognize that this place was under the protection of the Kledos Family.

"These are pastries I baked myself. Let's eat them together.",

Ms. Camille said.

Linda poked her head out from the carriage, holding a delicate food box in her hand.

Linda, dressed in hunting gear, was agile and hopped down swiftly.

Then, a joyful smile spread across her face.

Clearly, Linda was genuinely happy to be attending the Winter Banquet at the Kledos Family's house, and after placing the box full of pastries inside No. 2 Cork Street, she started helping Arthur hang the gilded pine branch.

Marinda's pine branch had not been taken down.

The gilded pine branch was simply hung beside it.

The Cold Winter Festival did not require hanging multiple branches.

Some hung it just for show.

There was no harm in hanging two either.

Unless you were planning to stick an entire pine tree into your roof beams, during the Cold Winter Festival everyone would be forgiving.

Especially when there were unexpected rewards —

A group of journalists crouched outside No. 2 Cork Street, eagerly writing.

They knew that waiting here wasn't in vain!

Look!

The grand steward of the South Los House.

The golden pine branch of the South Los Earl.

The lady from Camille's house.

And the hand-baked pastries.

If it weren't for being kindly disciplined by Marinda's men just yesterday, these journalists would definitely be writing an explosive serialization.

And now?

They wrote honestly.

Though it wasn't very satisfying, it was sufficient.

At least, their bonus wouldn't be reduced.

Of course, there were always those who risked danger.

A journalist glanced at No. 2 Cork Street nearby, his mind uncontrollably drifting towards unpredictable directions.

The pen in his hand started to move uncontrollably too.

Madam Susan of the South Los family, Ms. Camille, the "Lady of the Eternal Night" — these ladies were great, very decent, but not explosive enough.

The real explosive subject, of course, was ...

The Earl of South Los!

Compelled by his thoughts, the journalist began to write.

And he had written just about three lines, describing how the "Spirit Medium" Arthur Kredos took the hand of Countess Ash Bonaparte of South Los, when —

Boom!

A thunderbolt struck out of nowhere.

The man turned instantly into charcoal.

And inside No. 2 Cork Street, Arthur who had just sat down at the dining table, heard the thunderclap and suddenly had a thought stir within him.