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Duke of Cornwall Slowly rising from his chair, every movement he made seemed steady and authoritative. The guard beside him had his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes showing clear vigilance, especially when his gaze fell upon Agamemnon, the subtle displeasure becoming more apparent. Half Blood were not commonly seen in such noble surroundings, especially warriors like Agamemnon clad in worn leather armor.
The duke approached Hector, a hint of curiosity and suspicion in his eyes. His voice was deep and powerful, "Is this your new friend you met on the road?" There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone, as if assessing the identity and intentions of the Half Blood before him.
Hector appeared somewhat nervous, knowing that his father placed great importance on his safety. He might have reservations about suddenly bringing home a Half Blood. He quickly responded, "Yes, father. He is Agamemnon, a very powerful Half Blood. He saved my life on the way here."
Agamemnon stood there, still feeling somewhat awkward and out of place. He was not accustomed to this level of attention, especially in such a noble setting. He nodded slightly to show respect to the duke, but at the same time, he remained silent, unsure of how to express himself in this environment.
Duke of Cornwall paced slowly and rhythmically around Agamemnon, seemingly carefully assessing the rugged warrior. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, taking in everything from Agamemnon's equipment to his posture under the Duke's scrutiny.
"Saved you?" The Duke's voice was deep and authoritative as he continued, "As far as I know, Half Blood are usually selfish mercenaries or killing machines on the battlefield. Do you have any knowledge of the recent war between Solaries and the Royal Eden, Hector?" His questioning carried implicit criticism and suspicion.
The duke turned towards the fireplace, lightly poking the wood in the fire with the poker in his hand, causing the flames to flicker. His gaze seemed to be searching for some kind of answer, perhaps about the truth of the war, or perhaps about his expectations for Hector.
Hector appeared somewhat awkward, aware of his father's interest in political and military affairs. He carefully replied, "I'm not entirely sure, father. I have been focused on business and art trading, and I'm not very familiar with the recent political situation."
Agamemnon stood quietly there, feeling the tense atmosphere permeating the air. Duke of Cornwall skillfully added firewood to the fireplace, making the flames burn even brighter under his adjustment. His silhouette reflected in the firelight, appearing particularly dignified. Turning around, the Duke gazed deeply at Hector and spoke with a hint of gravity in his tone: "The border between our Solarius Empire and the Royal Kingdom of Eden has begun a new war due to the competition for mineral resources. Our empire has dispatched well-trained border defense forces, while the Kingdom of Eden has almost no means to fight back."
Upon hearing these words, Hector furrowed his brow slightly, seemingly pondering the meaning behind them. He nodded, responding somewhat uncertainly, "That's good, isn't it, father? We have the advantage, don't we? What's wrong? Is there something that worries you?"
Duke of Cornwall looked even more solemn, walking to the window of the room and gazing at the night sky outside, as if searching for answers. He spoke slowly, "War is never a simple matter, my son. On the surface, we may have the advantage, but the cost of war is always high. It's not just about money and resources, but also the countless innocent lives lost. What worries me is where this war will lead us."
Agamemnon listened quietly to the conversation, his eyes revealing an understanding of the complexity of war. As a Half Blood, he understood the cruelty and ruthlessness of war better than anyone. In his heart, a hint of contemplation arose: in this political and power struggle, what role would he play?
Duke of Cornwall showed a hint of concern on his face, turned around, and looked at Hector with deep and serious eyes: "Moreover, the Royal Kingdom of Eden is not unprepared. They have hired the assistance of the Nine-tailed Mercenary Corps, with the most notable being Nine-tails's Hassanah personally participating in the border war. She is an outstanding warrior, and the Half Blood Mercenary Group she leads has formidable combat power. Our forces are almost powerless against her."
Hector's face darkened, clearly realizing the seriousness of the situation. He asked in a low voice, "So what should we do? Is there any way for us to stop them?"
The Duke shook his head, his expression becoming more serious: "This is not an easy matter. Nine-tails's Hassanah is a renowned Half Blood whose appearance on the battlefield always brings significant impact. We need more preparation and strategy to effectively deal with this new challenge."
A glint of reminiscence flashed in Agamemnon's eyes. Hassanah, this name was not unfamiliar to him. During his days with the Shadow Hunters, he had fought alongside this comrade and was deeply impressed by her abilities. Hassanah possessed extraordinary speed and agility, stemming from her unique fusion with a cat demon, giving her exceptional combat advantages. Her astonishing regenerative power even allowed her to absorb souls from other creatures, achieving self-recovery and enhancement.
In Agamemnon's mind, the image of Hassanah gradually becomes clear: her movements are agile and swift, each attack is as fast as lightning, and her recovery ability makes her almost fearless on the battlefield. Her name "Nine-tails" is derived from her unique ability, symbolizing her possession of the power of multiple souls.
At this moment, Agamemnon couldn't help but ponder his position and the challenges he is about to face. Hassanah's joining will undoubtedly greatly enhance the combat power of the Royal Kingdom of Eden, posing a major threat to the Solarius Empire. As a Half Blood who has fought alongside her, Agamemnon is filled with deep concern and unknown expectations for the future war. He knows that the development of this war may affect the fate of the entire continent, and he himself is destined to be a part of this storm.
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