They all call me Great Master-Chapter 495 - 492: Clichés!

Before Swordsmanship Master Julie pushed the door open, Arthur and Marinda simultaneously frowned.

It wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

It was an odd smell.

The strong scent of horse dung and horse urine.

As soon as the door opened, Arthur and Marinda each took a step back, and the Female Swordsmaster immediately scratched her head, looking towards Marinda—

"Marinda, could I use the bath?

I think I need to take a bath and change my clothes."

The Female Swordsmaster flashed an embarrassed smile that didn't lack etiquette.

"Sure, follow me.

As for clothes...

Mary, prepare a set of fitted clothes for Julie."

Marinda certainly wouldn't refuse the Female Swordmaster's request.

The cook and part-time housekeeper, Lady Mary, then displayed her professionalism at this moment by pulling out a measuring tape from her pocket, quickly measuring the Female Swordmaster's height, shoulder width, sleeve length, leg length, and hip circumference before getting to work.

Given the Female Swordmaster's tall and sturdy stature,

It was impossible to find suitable clothes off the rack; they had to be made to order.

Obviously, the Female Swordmaster knew this too and immediately gave Lady Mary an apologetic smile.

Afterward, led by Marinda, the Female Swordmaster headed to the manor's independent suite on one side—this place should be where the family's eldest son lived, almost identical in layout except not as large as the main suite.

Arthur watched Marinda's figure disappear behind a distant door before returning to his room with Pendragon.

"Pan, did you see that?

You need to learn from Marinda's ubiquity."

Arthur teased Pendragon while holding a small fish treat.

Arthur obviously knew why Marinda was being so 'attentive.'

The lady wanted to find out from the Female Swordmaster's mouth exactly 'what had happened,' and given their relationship, it was highly probable that she would be able to glean some tidbits.

Never underestimate 'girlfriend diplomacy.'

Just as one should never underestimate the power of pillow talk.

Both have their unique ways of working.

Sometimes, the former is even more effective.

However, Arthur didn't care about these things.

What Arthur cared about was why the Female Swordmaster had returned to Caesar Manor with the smell of horse dung and urine.

After all, Julie was the Swordsmanship Chief, not some menial or servant.

And the number of people who could command Julie to do such a thing within the entirety of South Los was very slim.

The Earl of South Los certainly counted as one.

Madam Susan, the acting steward, counted as another.

Who else?

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Arthur wasn't too clear.

But Arthur knew that such a strong smell of horse dung and urine meant that the stables had been cleaned, and if Swordsmanship Chief Julie was cleaning the stables...

'Did she make a mistake?

It doesn't seem like it!

Even if Swordsmanship Master Julie is very open-minded, making a mistake would not result in that kind of slightly relaxed expression, so—was it a form of 'punishment' to cover up something?

For example, perhaps she had heard some shocking news that made the Swordsmanship Chief unable to contain her emotions, thereby affecting the entire Count's Mansion.

As a result, someone used this kind of 'punishment' as a diversion, making people think that the Female Swordsmaster's unusual mood stemmed from cleaning the stables.'

Arthur gently stroked Pendragon while piecing together the clues.

Then, the answer began to emerge gradually.

After all, the things that could trouble the Female Swordsmaster in South Los were not numerous.

'If that's really the case, then there's genuinely trouble brewing.'

Arthur thought to himself and put down Pendragon.

As the male head of the household, even at breakfast time, it was necessary to make an appearance.

It certainly wasn't because he was enticed by the smell of food.

How could South Los' 'Spirit Medium' be gluttonous?

When Arthur had nearly finished all the strawberry cake, chocolate cake, chiffon cake, doughnuts, crescent rolls, extra-large stuffed croissants, sweet potato cakes, mustard-flavored stone cakes with grilled sausages, grilled bacon, grilled chicken legs, grilled duck legs, and two buckets of 5-liter hot milk he had brought back, Marinda walked in with the Female Swordsmaster, now dressed in casual attire.

Seeing the mess on the table, Marinda immediately rolled her eyes—

Marinda: Glutton.

Arthur: None of your business.

Marinda: Go ahead and eat, you'll get fat sooner or later.

Arthur, confronted with such remarks, picked up the remaining bucket of milk and started to chug it with gusto.

This magnanimous gesture piqued the Female Swordmaster's interest.

Because she usually did the same.

"Arthur, you really have a good appetite!

I normally eat enough for ten people in one meal!

How much did you eat just now?"

"Five or six people's worth, maybe?"

Arthur wasn't sure, and then he looked towards Marinda.

"Darling, could you bring me 10 pounds of roast meat, please?"

Hearing Arthur's words, Marinda almost wished she could kick him.

The lady knew Arthur was doing it on purpose.

The bastard was deliberately taking advantage of the Female Swordmaster's presence, knowing she wouldn't make a scene, to boss her around.

However, the lady wasn't angry.

Instead, she looked at Arthur with a hint of pride.

Because just from the Female Swordmaster's words, she not only confirmed the news she had gotten from Arthur—that something big had indeed happened in South Los—but also indirectly pinpointed the vicinity of the beach, and although she hadn't locked down the exact person, she had a rough area and was confident in finding the target to figure out the ins and outs of the situation.

She didn't need to exchange information with Arthur at a high price anymore.

Thinking of this, the lady's mood softened considerably.

"Of course, dear."

The good mood was evident, as the sweetness in her voice jumped dramatically.

"If it's no trouble, could you bring an extra portion for me too?"

The Female Swordmaster asked, somewhat bashfully.

"Certainly."

Marinda smiled and nodded, then turned around and made her way downstairs. Arthur, however, watched Marinda's retreating figure. Even when Marinda was in the hall fetching food, he had stepped out of the room, silently watching Marinda with a look of concern and a smile on his lips.

This was, of course, put on for the Female Swordmaster's benefit.

In fact, the Female Swordmaster took the bait immediately.

"Arthur, you truly do love Marinda, huh."

The Female Swordmaster mused.

"Hmm, she is the love of my life.

So...

I have a presumptuous request."

Arthur nodded, then turned to look at the Female Swordmaster.

Seeing Arthur's serious face, the Female Swordmaster also became solemn.

"Marinda was just asking me what had happened, and I didn't tell her because, the matter really exceeded expectations!

So, I would like you to relay a message to the Lord Count, asking to remove my title as Champion of South Los swordsmanship; during such times, I must stay by Marinda's side."

Arthur looked serious, though his words were not entirely clear.

To this, the Female Swordmaster did not have any doubt.

Because it concerned 'Ascend Steppers,' and one could never be too cautious.

As for Arthur discovering those three 'Ascend Steppers'?

While the Lord Count had said that only fellow 'Ascend Steppers' could sense such auras, Arthur was different; who knew if the Kledos Family had any special methods.

Or whether, the 'Spirit Medium' had any unique perception.

Therefore, the Female Swordmaster had no intention of blaming Arthur.

Instead, she sighed softly—

"Indeed, when it comes to three unfamiliar 'Ascend Steppers,' one cannot be too careful.

Arthur, rest easy, I will pass your message to the Lord Count.

I believe His Lordship will understand."

The Female Swordmaster said so.

Meanwhile, a shiver ran through Arthur's heart.

This matter was somewhat beyond his expectation.