275: Chapter 275 Niss Visits Golden Flame Castle! Talks! Interest!

In the top-floor bedroom of Golden Flame Castle.

The curtains were half-drawn, and a breeze blew through, carrying a faint, elusive scent of flowers.

Aurora had already left, leaving behind only a lingering trace on the large bed, like a snow lotus blooming on an ice field.

Rowan was preparing to head to the female officials' meeting hall to handle some post-war matters.

At this moment, a maid came to report: "My Lord, a lady claiming to be the daughter of Duke Witton has come to visit."

Rowan's gaze sharpened. "Duke Witton's daughter…" He murmured to himself with keen interest: "How interesting."

First-floor reception hall.

As soon as Rowan entered, he saw two ladies standing side by side, both turning their heads to look at the door.

The one on the left had a tall and slender figure, with skin that had a slight honey tint. A pair of pointed ears peeked out from her black hair, and her features were exquisite and three-dimensional, possessing a mysterious beauty.

The one on the right was a typical noble human woman, with an elegant posture, a bright and dignified face, and a faint, elusive smile at the corners of her lips.

Rowan habitually scanned them for points. Soon, his gaze narrowed slightly. [93 points!] [94 points!]

The elf-like woman was 93 points, which was already a very high standard.

And that noble human woman was 94 points. Moreover, judging from the aura radiating from her, she was clearly an Earth Knight of the Knight path.

Just as Rowan was observing the two women, they were also observing him.

Delia scanned Rowan's body seemingly casually, but in reality, she was using a secret technique unique to the Night Elf race to quietly probe Rowan's aura.

Soon, she detected something unusual.

Although that aura was well-concealed, in her perception, it was still like a scorching sun hidden behind clouds, emitting a vast and profound pressure.

That was the aura of the Red Moon, representing the authority of the Red Moon Proxy.

This could not deceive her, a Night Elf.

Her expression became somewhat subtle; the Red Moon Proxy had indeed emerged!

Although she did not know what incredible means this young Count had used to become the Red Moon Proxy, the fact was indisputable.

She looked at Niss beside her and gave an imperceptible nod.

As for Niss, she was observing Rowan with a different gaze.

Her gaze lingered on his chiseled face for a moment, and a sense of wonder could not help but arise in her heart.

This young Count was far more handsome than she had imagined, making her unable to help but steal a few more glances.

Niss received Delia's signal, steadied her heart, and knew it was time to speak.

She took half a step forward and then bowed slightly, her posture proper yet not lacking in reserve, her voice as pleasant as a clear spring: "Lord Count Golden Flame, please forgive this presumptuous visit."

She raised her eyes, her gaze frank: "I am Niss Witton, the eldest daughter of Duke Witton, and I am currently in charge of all affairs at Duke Weiduns Estate."

She paused, the smile at the corners of her lips receding slightly, but her tone became more solemn: "I have come specifically today to extend my greetings to you and to communicate with you regarding some recent events."

Upon hearing this, Rowan did not respond immediately.

He slowly let his gaze slide from Niss's face down to her shoulders, neck, collarbone, and waist, before looking into her beautiful eyes, which held a hint of fatigue and a hint of sincerity…

A moment later, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and he let out an ambiguous chuckle: "Oh? Previously, the Duke attacked without a declaration of war, raided my territory, killed all the refugees outside the city, and even wanted to breach my Gino City."

"And now, Miss Niss says she wants to communicate with me. I am somewhat curious: how do you intend to communicate?"

Upon hearing this, Niss's expression changed slightly, but she quickly steadied her emotions.

She could feel the keen, interested scrutiny in Rowan's eyes just now.

She involuntarily straightened her back and lifted her chest slightly, better displaying the graceful curves outlined by her corset dress before him.

Only then did she sigh softly, her expression becoming a bit sad, and her voice carrying a touch of just-right sorrow: "Father… he was forced to take a desperate risk to protect the North."

"The Snowfield Kingdom has already moved south, the Night Federation is eyeing us covetously, and the Empire and the Church are preoccupied with their own troubles…"

"As a Duke, burdened with the safety of the entire Will Province, he really had no other choice."

As she spoke, Niss was also observing Rowan's expression. Seeing his eyebrows raise slightly, she decided to be more direct, then said solemnly: "My Lord, are you aware of the current situation in the North?"

Rowan leaned back into his chair, tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, and looked relaxed: "Tell me about it."

Niss took a deep breath, her speed of speech increasing, every word clear: "The current situation in the North is extremely dangerous!"

"The Northern Great Wall has been breached by the main force of the Snowfield Kingdom, and their vanguard is pushing south. The defense lines along the way have almost no power to resist."

"And with my father dead, if you will pardon my bluntness, the Kalenda Tribal Alliance, which was originally pacified by his prestige and benefits, will likely start to stir. Those prairie barbarians never speak of faith or honor."

"As for the western front, the Night Federation's army is massing, and breaking through the passes is only a matter of time."

"By then, the North will face attacks from multiple sides, and no place will be able to remain unscathed."

After she finished speaking, she watched Rowan's expression closely, trying to find some breakthrough point.

However, after listening, Rowan only remained silent for a moment, noncommittally.

His expression did not reveal whether he agreed or disagreed; his gaze only lingered on Niss's pretty face for a few seconds, then he suddenly turned to Delia beside her and asked with keen interest: "I wonder, who is this lady?"

Niss was slightly stunned, feeling somewhat helpless in her heart.

She had expected the other party to press for details on the Northern war situation, or at least show some concern or apprehension.

Yet this Count Golden Flame seemed not to take these crises to heart at all, instead being more interested in her and Delia themselves.

However, she thought about it again and felt that perhaps this was not a bad thing.

A Red Moon Proxy interested in beauty is much easier to deal with than a madman who is impervious to reason and only knows how to kill.

Moreover, since the other party was interested in them, she had more bargaining chips.

Therefore, she composed herself and introduced with a faint smile: "This is Delia Lysander, an envoy of the Night Federation, representing Her Holiness, Saintess Lisel of the Church of the Night, here to communicate some matters with you."

Upon hearing this, Rowan's eyes lit up. He looked at Miss Delia with a burning gaze, his tone carrying undisguised interest: "Oh? There is also a Saintess?"