Two days later.

The Winters Clan members originally from Beddenheim couldn’t believe what they were witnessing.

“Hahaha! Are you the younger siblings my wife mentioned? A pleasure to meet you. I’m Arthur Winters.”

It didn’t particularly matter that this man, who looked every bit the part of a noble merchant and called himself Arthur Winters (ultimately opting for the romantic allure of a detective-like persona), was acting friendly toward them.

What shocked them was something far more unsettling.
Phantom… Phantom!
No way, this can’t be real! Our Phantom acting so meekly?

Their boss, who just two hours ago had been tearing through ten enemy clan members like a whirlwind, was now behaving in a way they never imagined possible.

At this moment, Phantom was half-leaning into Arthur, the man’s left arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Phantom even rested her body and head against his chest as though seeking comfort.