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Ursula's years as a mercenary had exposed her to conflicts of all scales and countless faces. She believed she understood the Sarkaz well.

Until she met Orion, realizing her previous understanding was limited.

Courage, decisiveness, and intelligence—he possessed the qualities of a true leader. His brilliance was captivating.

Ursula recalled their first encounter at a tavern, where Orion's pure voice cut through the chaos. His presence felt natural, effortlessly drawing her attention.

A clean Banshee stood in stark contrast to the squalor and foul air of the settlement, a unique haven amidst the chaos.

Like a flower blooming in the mud, he was impossible to ignore; even she had been tempted to claim him.

Driven by curiosity, she'd joined his group, intending to help with some minor problems as a return for the free performance.

His actions along the way had already impressed her, but his current display was even more astonishing.

Whether helping Sarkaz children or openly defying the Imperials, his confidence was infectious.

With a mercenary's keen intuition, Ursula sensed two possible outcomes from following Orion: soaring to great heights or plummeting to the depths.

His choices were always without retreat; he relentlessly pursued what he believed was right, regardless of the cost.

He wasn't just aiming for a long shot; he was already well on his way to achieving it.

Ursula even wondered if the man before her was truly a Banshee, for he resembled an elegant, eccentric Flamebringer more than a Banshee.

She silently observed his refined features.

After witnessing Orion's actions and this crucial decision, she would unhesitatingly place her faith in him.

Even if the outcome was disastrous, the journey would be exhilarating.

Over the past months, Ursula had observed another aspect of the man.

Though a Banshee, he lacked Royal Court support, a Banshee heirloom, or any significant social standing.

In other words, aside from his passionate spirit and Art Cells, he had nothing.

Yet, he'd gathered a loyal following through sheer charisma alone, arranging them effectively, demonstrating his leadership abilities.

And, perhaps it was an illusion, but Ursula sensed the man's power steadily growing, despite never having seen him fight.

To Ursula, Orion was like a treasure chest, each discovery bringing renewed excitement.

...

Seeing everyone's agreement, Orion began distributing tasks based on his plan.

For some reason, Orion's confident demeanor inspired confidence in them; they believed success was inevitable.

"North, Will, liaising with the workers is your responsibility."

"Focus on their demands, especially those skilled workers on my list."

Orion meticulously assigned tasks, answering their questions and clarifying details whenever possible.

Kazdel had limited communication channels; they relied on daily meetings at the tavern to coordinate progress, a cumbersome and inefficient system.

Orion often lamented Kazdel's backward social production relations. Despite a large unemployed Sarkaz population, there was no efficient resource allocation.

They were perpetually engaged in infighting, unable to forge a unified vision.

Orion wondered why Kazdel had fallen into such disarray. The Royal Court's high-ranking officials were among Terra's elite.

Yet, their vast populace remained impoverished, their economy and social systems in complete collapse.

Even Theresia, the self-proclaimed "Great Architect," had accomplished little despite her decades of work on Kazdel.

Given the chance, Orion wanted to examine their brains to see if they contained anything other than muscle.

With a sigh, Orion pondered this.

Kazdel's persistent stagnation stemmed from a flawed approach.

As Orion considered Ursula's assignment, she spoke first.

"My mercenary work has given me some contacts."

"I can help spread news of your performance. A Banshee holding a concert would attract many Sarkaz."

Orion's eyes lit up at Ursula's offer.

This was a welcome surprise. Months of performing had taught him that without promotion, few Sarkaz would attend.

The success of his plan hinged on maximizing its reach.

Orion took a deep breath, his serious expression resembling a meticulously crafted work of art.

"Thank you, Ursula. I appreciate your help."

Feeling his sincere gratitude, Ursula's heart fluttered.

Suddenly, a whistle pierced the air.

"Ooh~ Miss Ursula earns Orion's praise, and her eyebrows reach the sky~"

"Whoa, North, keep your distance! I don't want blood splattered on me."

"Hahaha~"

Ursula glared at the teasing group.

"Shut up, you brats!"

The girl's sharp tone silenced them; no one wanted to face her wrath. However, their eyes still held amusement.

Amidst the laughter, a hint of helplessness flickered across Ursula's resolute brow. She felt Orion had assigned them too few tasks.

Impulsively, she glanced at Orion's reaction.

He remained calm and composed, seemingly lost in thought, unaffected.

Though she admired his attitude, a wave of disappointment washed over Ursula.

Orion noticed her gaze and turned, his jewel-like eyes reflecting her slightly agitated expression.

Seeing her in such a vulnerable state, he couldn't help but smile warmly.

Feeling his gentle demeanor, Ursula's heart skipped a beat, her fluttering emotions difficult to conceal.

But…

A faint smile touched her lips. The feeling of being needed wasn't unpleasant.

Upon reflection, she realized it was a profound sense of "reassurance."

Here, she didn't have to live in constant fear or contention. She wouldn't spend sleepless nights in a state of half-wakefulness.

Taking a deep breath, Ursula made a silent resolution.

This time, she would help him to the best of her ability.

She wanted to see how far this man could go.