The next day.
"Hello, lord Emrys."
The woman who pushed open the door had an icy demeanor, a cold and detached aura, short black hair, and wore extremely capable clothing, with a dueling sword and a large-caliber firearm at her waist.
Looking at Emrys, who was lying in bed with a hint of surprise, the woman slowly began, "From now on, I will be responsible for protecting your safety and managing all your daily affairs, including personal needs. You can instruct me in everything."
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Elsa Emrys, adopted by lord Arthur since childhood."
Elsa clenched her right fist and lightly tapped her chest, her eyes cold as she said, "You can call me by my name directly. I am your personal butler."
"Uh, where are those two from yesterday?"
Emrys suddenly had a bad feeling.
From his personal perspective, he quite liked those two maids. Even if not from a sensual angle, they were at least pleasing to the eye.
"They are no longer responsible for your daily life."
Elsa's eyes were cold as she said faintly, "Because of yesterday's assassination, everyone who had contact with you has been replaced by lord Arthur."
Although Emrys was already well aware of the brutality of the Warhammer Universe, the thought that people who had served him just yesterday were now replaced because of an assassination left him with an indescribable feeling.
It was as if... he had harmed those people.
As if seeing through his thoughts, Elsa's tone softened slightly, and she said softly, "Lord Emrys, please don't worry too much. They are only temporarily isolated for investigation. lord Arthur is not the kind of noble you imagine. Once cleared, they will be transferred to other positions to continue their service."
"Oh, so that's how it is... That's good."
Emrys rubbed his temples, feeling a little better.
He knew this was the greatest mercy. If a family heir were assassinated, on any other noble, it would most likely lead to a direct purge!
No reason!
If blame was to be assigned, it would only be for their misfortune, for having coincided with the assassination.
This showed that Arthur was truly merciful.
"Where's Grandpa?"
Emrys supported himself on the bed frame, preparing to get up.
"Lord Arthur said he would be handling some matters these next few days. You are free to move about."
Seeing Emrys about to get up, Elsa proactively stepped forward to help him change. Upon seeing the dark armor underneath, her eyes merely narrowed slightly, a bit strangely, but ultimately she said nothing.
Emrys, of course, knew that sleeping in the 'Armor of Oath' made him look somewhat afraid of death, but... compared to his life, what did others' gazes matter?
Only when she was closer did he notice a black mole at the corner of Elsa's eye, and her features and appearance were exceptionally striking, even among nobles.
Coupled with that cold demeanor, it had to be said... she was very alluring. No wonder they said nobles were decadent; who could resist?.
"Lord Emrys, may I ask what your schedule is for today? I will arrange it for you in advance," Elsa inquired.
It had to be said that having a butler indeed saved a lot of trouble. Emrys couldn't help but sigh, no wonder noble life was so extravagant and decadent.
"Yes, I want to see Jackal, Galahad, and the men of the 3rd Company of the 175th Regiment. Can you arrange it for me?" Emrys asked.
Although he had risen to become the heir of the Emrys family overnight, he hadn't forgotten his comrades who had fought alongside him and provided him with much help.
Aside from anything else, if it weren't for Jackal and Galahad, he might still be stuck in the underhive. Moreover, the help these two gave him was substantial!
Just the deflection field, the plasma gun, and the combat experience and techniques Jackal taught him had benefited him immensely!
"Yes, I will arrange it right away."
Elsa had clearly investigated Emrys' social connections and knew that these people had helped him greatly, so she added, "I will invite them to your banquet in the highest family tradition. Is there anything else you need to add?"
Emrys thought for a moment and felt there was nothing to add: "That's all for now."
After washing up, Emrys arrived at the banquet hall and was once again shocked by the extravagance of the nobility. While he had been eating corpse starch and energy bars outside, he hadn't imagined that the noble lords were enjoying juicy steaks and mellow water.
"You rascal, you've really made it big!"
Jackal, who had been invited, looked Emrys up and down as if seeing something new. Still his usual boisterous self, he grinned and said, "Not bad, a change of clothes makes you look handsomer than before, almost catching up to me."
"Haven't I always been handsomer than you?"
Emrys laughed and teased him, not at all bothered by Jackal's familiar manner, even feeling a bit warm inside.
He certainly didn't want Jackal to become reserved after he became a noble; that would only make him feel ironic.
Elsa stood by, wanting to speak but refraining. She had intended to admonish Jackal for his disrespectful behavior, but seeing Emrys' nonchalant attitude, she suppressed the urge and stood expressionless.
After greeting Jackal and Galahad, Emrys noticed the somewhat reserved men of the 3rd Company.
Looking at the 3rd Company, which had gone from full strength to only about twenty men after several bloody battles, Emrys was filled with emotion. But after searching around, he couldn't find a familiar face, and his heart sank. "Where's Ditz?"
"Captain..." Rio rubbed his head and carefully took out a blood-stained can of corpse starch from his Pregnant, saying with regret, "Ditz died. This is what he... asked me to give you before he died. He was afraid you'd be hungry and said..."
Hesitating for half a second, Rio gritted his teeth and said, "He said, don't despise it, only with a full stomach... can you defeat those Chaos scum."
Originally, he didn't want to take it out. After all, in such a splendid hall, surrounded by top-tier delicacies, taking out this item... was indeed a bit embarrassing.
But after much thought, Rio still took it out.
Looking at the can of corpse starch, stained with fresh blood, Emrys' eyelids drooped slightly. He silently took it in his hand. "How... did he die?"
"That kid Ditz didn't shame you!"
Rio stood tall and proud, saying, "When you were unconscious, the Chaos scum went crazy and charged into our positions, but Ditz, before he died, took down a Chaos Space Marine. It was worth it!"
"Good! Truly my soldiers!"
Emrys gripped the can, exhaled deeply, and loudly declared "Good!" His eyes slightly red, he looked at the remaining men of the 3rd Company. "You were all brought out by me. Now... are you still willing to follow me?"
"Captain..."
Rio and the others were shocked, dumbfounded.
"What? Not willing?!"
Emrys deliberately put on a stern face.
"No, no, no... We are willing!"
Rio and the others were overjoyed. They had thought they would never see their Captain again, but they hadn't expected such a surprise!
"We are willing to follow the Captain!"
Over twenty men roared, their emotions stirred.
"Very good!"
Emrys smiled, looking at the twenty-odd strong men. These were elites, soldiers who had experienced the slaughter of Chaos. With a little training, they could become a powerful private armed force.
Of course, more importantly... he couldn't bear to part with these people!
They were the first squad he had led, comrades who had experienced blood and fire on the battlefield, worthy of trust!
"Tsk tsk tsk... You rascal, you've really hit the jackpot."
Jackal smiled at the scene, filled with emotion, and grinned, "These men, with more training, can completely become officers. Then they can be expanded into an elite armed force. You know... they all turned down the Departmento Munitorum's invitation, just waiting for you."
"Hmm? The Departmento Munitorum invited you?"
Emrys was a little surprised. He thought he was moving fast, but he hadn't expected the Departmento Munitorum to be even faster!
"Hehe... yes, they invited us." Rio scratched his head and chuckled honestly, "But we didn't agree. If it weren't for the Captain, we'd all be dead, so we've been waiting for you all along."
"Since you all put it that way..." Emrys turned his gaze to Jackal and Galahad, chuckling, "Gentlemen, Roselle is in such a state now, it will probably take a long time to recover. How about..."
"You rascal, just spit it out."
Jackal raised an eyebrow, cursing with a smile, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, holding a belly full of mischief!"
"Since there's nothing to do in Roselle anyway, how about... you two come with me?" Emrys revealed his true intentions, grinning mischievously, "Our relationship is so good, you two wouldn't just abandon me, would you? Besides... to some extent, you even taught me, so you're half my master!".
"So you're setting your sights on us two?"
In fact, Jackal had long guessed Emrys' intentions. Now, he reined in his smile and glanced at Galahad. "Oil-man, what do you think?"
"As long as you can provide me with research materials and equipment, I have no objections," Galahad said faintly. "He's right, Roselle's reconstruction will take a long time. Instead of wasting time here, it's better to do something meaningful."
"Perfect, I'm still missing an instructor here."
Emrys leaned in, put his arm around Jackal's neck, and chuckled, "You're retired anyway, and the Empire's benefits certainly aren't as good as mine. How about it?"
Jackal was straightforward enough, glancing at him. "Alright, your ability to win people over has grown. Truly worthy of a Rogue Trader's bloodline. I agree!"
"Hehe, of course~"
Emrys was satisfied. From this moment on, he finally possessed, in the true sense of the word, his own private armed force!
With Jackal, a retired Astra Militarum veteran, the twenty-odd men of the 3rd Company would quickly be trained into truly qualified Astra Militarum soldiers, and then, based on that, an army would be built!
The future is promising!