Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 667 - 437: Nina’s Worries

"Nina, you've been thinking a lot before."

"I..."

Cherinita was silent for a moment. She was a person of few words. The assassination technique of the Saluzzo Family focused on straightforward kills, leaving signatures after the deed, rather than seduction,

and the best expression of goodwill she could muster was offering candy that represented childhood sweetness.

"What's wrong, you seem preoccupied?"

""

"I wake up, and you don't seem too happy?"

"Of... of course not!"

"My lord, I should not have ignored your instructions earlier. I was reckless and rushed to attack when faced with enemies, which led to you being targeted by that Ghost Dragon while trying to support me."

"Is that all?"

Cherinita hesitated, then said, "Miss Jeanne said my greatest mistake was disregarding my own safety..."

"Jeanne is right."

Losa smiled and reached out naturally to rub the beast ears hidden in Cherinita's blue-gray long hair: "That Shemir is indeed a dangerous character. During our last encounter, his power was quite ordinary. This time, even the elite Furin was suppressed by him. If you hadn't forced him to reveal his trump card, no one would have thought his power had advanced to this extent."

"Back then, wasn't our purpose in going to Rashid precisely for this?"

"I shouldn't have let you take such risks." Cherinita lowered her head, her voice filled with guilt, "I should have known, with your style, if I was in crisis, you would definitely spare no cost to save..."

"So you are aware of this."

Losa sighed lightly. Had he not been cautious enough to have Furin add a backdoor to the Magic Talisman given to Cherinita, she might have really died at Shemir's hands.

Even if we set aside emotions and only talk benefits, young lady, do you know how many Gold Coins I've spent for you to achieve your current power?

"Nina, do you know my ideals?"

"Of course, my lord."

Cherinita replied seriously, "To end the wars on this Eastern land, to integrate these scattered territories into a strong Kingdom, allowing people to live and work in peace, and people of different ethnicities to coexist harmoniously."

After coming to the East, she had become accustomed to witnessing partings of life and death under the chaos of war, to the villages once peaceful and prosperous being reduced to ember-covered ruins in the path of Blades and Guns, occurrences even the Apennines under the Wolf Race would not have this frequent slaughters.

She greatly appreciated Losa's ideals.

"Yes, that's right. It's an ideal, a goal, a vision, but that doesn't mean I would sacrifice everything just to achieve such a goal."

Losa paused slightly before continuing, "If one day I did accomplish all this, establishing my Kingdom in Egypt, Jerusalem, Syria, or even Anatolia, but at that time I had lost any of you, that is not a result I am willing to accept."

"I am not a Saint. When I see the displaced civilians, see the populace entangled by the fires of war, my heart also aches, but that doesn't mean I would sacrifice those around me to achieve this great cause—in fact, I am not even willing to sacrifice my marriage. You know, if I had been willing to marry Queen Sibilla and turn a blind eye to His Majesty Baldwin's illness, I would have started as the King of Jerusalem."

Cherinita's eyes widened, and she fell into silence.

Losa looked at her clear, pure, beautiful eyes and was briefly lost in thought.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

The tall, Wolf Race girl said softly, "I understand, my lord."

So what Miss Jeanne said was true after all.

Losa snapped back to reality, nodded with a smile, and said, "All right, get yourself together, and prepare for the tough battle ahead, that Shemir is not easy to deal with, you are currently our most powerful sword."

"Okay."

"Then I'm off, I'll talk to Furin about her sulking with you. She is actually a very sharp-tongued but soft-hearted person, she values your friendship greatly."

Losa said, with a façade of seriousness, words that even he didn't quite believe. Furin, to be honest, was sharp-tongued and quite spiteful, fitting the template of a major villain, but her friendship with Cherinita should be genuine.

Nina nodded, her gaze focused on the tip of her white iron-clad boots.

Seeing Losa was about to leave, she suddenly lifted her head and asked solemnly, "My lord, do you like me?"

"Ah?"

Losa was taken aback, wondering if he had misheard: "What did you just say?"

"My lord, do you like me?"

This time, she said it slowly, articulating each word clearly, leaving no room for Losa to pretend he'd "heard wrong."

Losa was momentarily silent.

To be honest, Cherinita was remarkably beautiful, with fair skin, gorgeous long legs, and a curvy figure; there wasn't an extra ounce of flesh in the right places, and she was well-endowed where it counted. Any man would like that.

It's just that he liked quite a few people.

"Please answer me."

Her tone was serious, with a slight furrow in her brow, like a stealthy spiritual cat, she approached him quietly, tilting her head slightly up to gaze into Losa's eyes.

"Is it that important?"

She nodded seriously, "Yes, very important to me."

"Of course I like you, but..."

Before he could finish, he felt a gentle, sweet sensation at the corner of his mouth.

She wrapped her arms around Losa's neck, clumsily seeking a kiss.

Just as Losa was beginning to enjoy the moment, she darted away, leaving him bewildered—was that an apology?

"That little girl sure can run fast."

Jeanne's laughter echoed from the end of the corridor.

Before Losa could make a getaway, she approached him with big strides, "Seems I've interrupted something good of yours."

Losa replied with an unchanged expression, "What are you talking about?"

"Che—You still have the lip print on your face."

Losa frowned, feeling a bit helpless, "What nonsense are you saying?"

Where Cherinita kissed or didn't kiss, I know full well!

Jeanne made an "eh" sound, puzzled, "Could I have really guessed wrong?"

Then regretfully, "Looks like, from what I told her earlier, this girl didn't take any of it to heart."

"What did you say before?"

"Want to know, huh..."

"I won't tell you!"

Jeanne ran off with a brisk pace, just like before.

Leaving Losa alone in confusion.

So, Cherinita's unusual behavior today is related to Jeanne?