The Exiled Lord: My Maid is a Battle Goddess

Chapter 314: Third-Rank Knight

"Eh? You already knew about it in advance, my lord?" Rosalia jumped down from the desk and puffed out her cheeks. "I thought you’d be happy. Turns out I made this trip for nothing."

"I only knew the general situation. We captured Baron Fierce Stallion and learned that the Shadow World Sect had the support of a Corrupted Divine Chosen, but the exact details were still unclear. Rosalia, this time it’s all thanks to you. As expected of the young lady of Nightfall Domain and our second-hardest worker."

Phield gave her a thumbs up, sparing no effort in his praise.

"Hehe, naturally." Rosalia flicked her long hair. "This trip allowed me to accumulate enough power to help you advance to a Third-Tier Knight."

"Oh, right. How could I forget about the knight advancement?" Phield slapped his forehead. "I’ve sacrificed too much for the territory."

Rosalia possessed the ability to feed magical power back to him. He had been so busy that he had completely forgotten something this important.

"Now I’m unstoppable."

Phield was thrilled. A Third-Tier Knight could already fight a First-Tier Divine Chosen for an extended period. It was a substantial boost to his ability to survive.

Returning to Starnight Castle, Phield immediately began his advancement to a Third-Tier Knight.

Countless crimson lines surged out from the Greatsword of Gluttony. Instantly, Phield felt every cell in his body pulsing violently. A tidal wave of power rolled through him as his bones crackled with explosive pops.

If Baron Annie Rui had witnessed this, he would probably have swallowed his own tongue in shock. Such a brutal method of advancement was unheard of.

An eighteen-year-old Third-Tier Knight was something no one had ever heard of. Countless people spent their entire lives unable to reach the Third Tier.

Phield threw a simple, unadorned punch. The ripping boom of displaced air sounded extraordinarily pleasant.

"Heh. Shadow World Sect, I’m coming to educate you."

The moment he recalled what had happened in Bull Territory and the Shadow World Sect’s utterly insane methods, irritation welled up inside him.

"Thank you very much, Rosalia."

His gratitude was completely sincere.

"I’m going to rest. I’m so sleepy."

Having expended a tremendous amount of energy, Rosalia swayed slightly. She let out a weary yawn, and even her voice became soft and sweet.

"I used up so much accumulated life energy. My whole body feels dizzy."

"Want to replenish a little?"

Phield felt genuinely bad for her. Although Rosalia could replenish her vitality by hunting corrupted corpses, she rarely became this exhausted.

A sense of guilt rose within him.

Then again, since he already felt guilty, a little more probably wouldn’t matter.

"Eh?" Rosalia’s eyes widened instantly as she took two steps back. "What do you mean? You’re not planning to do that thing from last time again, are you? No way. That’s too dirty."

"Heh. I’m afraid that’s not up to you."

Phield stepped forward and grabbed her around the waist like he was carrying a chicken. Feeling her weak resistance, he let out a villainous laugh.

"Kekeke. You’re this weak and still trying to resist? You’re lighter than I expected. Is it because you’ve gotten stronger?"

There was something strangely fascinating about holding someone so powerful completely in his grasp.

"You’re shameless."

Rosalia’s face turned red. Even she was caught off guard, and she protested with feigned annoyance.

How could someone thank her sincerely one second and turn around the next? It was far too shameless.

"I am a little hungry."

Rosalia licked her lips. Her expression was a mix of helplessness and anticipation.

"Just don’t push your luck."

The two then held a profound discussion on the topics of "magical power utilization" and "oral hygiene."

The next morning.

As usual, Tisiana came looking for Phield so they could begin work.

On the way, she encountered Rosalia.

Dressed in a noble black lace gown with long golden hair flowing down her back, Rosalia was strolling around the large sand-table map of Nightfall Domain on the third floor.

"Stare~"

Tisiana narrowed her eyes and unconsciously glanced toward the hem of Rosalia’s dress with a rather strange look.

"Stop looking at me like that."

Rosalia finally couldn’t take it anymore and spoke in her usual cool, serious tone.

"I’m perfectly fine, and I haven’t done anything improper. Any qualified noble lady would never engage in certain indescribable activities before marriage."

That was true.

The overwhelming majority of nobles followed the same principle. Even Simon had only truly let loose after getting married.

It was related to inheritance rights.

As a result, despite the fact that brothels could be found almost everywhere in this world, the rate of premarital purity among nobles was astonishingly high. Commoners were no different. Most reckless behavior happened after marriage.

As for the so-called "first-night right," any lord could enact such a law at any time, but no noble could be bothered with something so pointless. The daughters of commoners were not charming fairy-tale heroines. Most were dirty, lacking in manners, and ordinary in appearance.

The prettier ones were selected as maids or married off to merchants.

"No, that’s not what I meant."

Tisiana hurriedly waved her hands.

"Besides, that aligns with the teachings of Holy Light."

"I know. Ten years ago, I was a devout follower of Holy Light myself. I almost entered a convent."

Rosalia shrugged and smirked.

"Unfortunately, Holy Light couldn’t save anyone. Though when it comes to killing, Holy Light makes for a very sharp blade."

"You..."

Tisiana wanted to argue, but no words came.

Back then, the entire Northern Region had believed in Holy Light. In the end, all of it had been corrupted by the catastrophe and transformed into monsters.

"What are you two talking about?"

Phield emerged looking utterly drained. Gone was the imposing aura he had displayed the day before. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes.

"Third-Tier magic power isn’t nearly enough. What Third-Tier Knight? It’s garbage."

"Nothing much. We were just greeting each other."

Rosalia smiled.

"If you need someone to fight, just call on me."

With that, she returned to the greatsword.

Hoisting the sword onto his back, Phield stretched his arms, slapped his cheeks a couple of times to wake himself up, and said,

"Let’s go. We’re paying a visit to Baron Fierce Stallion."

"Alright, but about what happened yesterday..."

Tisiana shook her head. Compared to events from ten years ago, yesterday’s matters seemed far more worthy of concern.

"Oh, we were simply discussing the future of the territory. If you’d like, I can have a discussion with you too."

Phield wore a weathered expression as he gazed at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, looking every bit like a man burdened by responsibility for his people.

"I don’t believe you."

Tisiana rolled her eyes charmingly.

As both a baron and a knight, Annie Rui could not be treated like a slave. He was being held in the dungeon beneath the Lord’s Hall of Starnight City, guarded by a Corrupted Greatsword Warrior.

"Damn it! Phield actually has magical warriors."

"Let me out! If the Empire suffers losses because of this, you’ll never be able to bear the responsibility!"

"I knew it. You’ve made a deal with the devil."

Annie Rui clung to the iron bars, occasionally pressing himself against the rusted window and shouting.

"What responsibility do I have?"

Phield descended the stairs at an unhurried pace and stopped in front of him.

"You people lost the territory you were supposed to defend. Seems to me the responsibility on your shoulders is far greater."

He looked at Annie Rui and continued calmly,

"I just received some information. There wasn’t a single suspicious spy in your convoy. And more importantly, none of the rebels were trying to track you down."