In the cabin, Lady Windsor sat quietly on the sofa.
For this lady, even if she verbally believed in 'a cat's curiosity,' she was mentally prepared for being left behind.
After all, she was well aware of her own schemes.
Those men, if utilized correctly, could instantly take control of the entire Port Pult.
And once Port Pult was under control, would the Ainhars Territory be far away?
Lady Windsor believed that would tempt anyone.
Including, the Southern Lost Spirit Medium.
However, she was not concerned about her own safety.
Because—
Her father was still there.
Still in that graveyard, doting over her damned lover.
'Heh, perhaps that's your only use.
Usefulness...
It's not small at all.'
Lady Windsor gave a self-deprecating smile.
Then, she became quiet again.
At least, that's how it appeared on the surface.
And deep down?
The lady began to calculate her losses.
These men could not be kept any longer.
It pained her heart.
