Chapter 119: Who Lives Upstairs?!

That very night, after Louis and Archie finished their conversation, Archie wore an unusually strange expression.

“Is this what you call a political investment? Louis, you really are a big liar!” Archie glared, puffing on his cigar.

“You should be thanking me, Archie. I’m giving you a chance to spend that money of yours on things you couldn’t buy before,” Louis said, setting down his glass and patting Archie lightly on the head. He then gazed out at the brightly lit British cityscape beyond the balcony.

Hearing Louis’s words, Archie laughed, dropping the act as he slowly sipped his drink. “That’s right, Louis. I believe this investment will become one of my most successful ventures.”

It seemed these two—one willing to deceive, the other willing to be deceived—were perfectly matched.

Archie could foresee that once this grand plan unfolded, the balance between wizards and Muggles would shift dramatically. This would, in turn, open up vast opportunities for both Louis and Belief.

Louis was about to firmly establish his footing in both the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle world—not merely to survive, but to climb steadily to the very top on both fronts.

And this was Louis’s first step—a move fraught with immense risk, but with rewards so great they were almost frightening.

Archie admired a partner like this, someone ready to undertake such monumental deeds. Louis was undoubtedly that kind of man. Moreover, he held a precious resource no one else had—the succession rights to the Kingdom of Solendo, as well as the legacy of the Witch Queen.

Perhaps this partner would one day unify the magical and Muggle worlds, becoming a true king in every sense.

Wasn’t this exactly the golden investment that Belief and his allies had been seeking?

It was absolutely worth the gamble.

Archie stared out into the night beyond the balcony, his hopes for the future growing ever brighter.

By this time, it was well past midnight. Helen and the others had long since retired to their rooms.

Two white dragon maids remained, though their hands no longer held wine. Instead, they clutched several documents and agreements freshly faxed from the Warhammer.

Louis glanced at the papers and had Stewart ask the Magic Mirror to verify their authenticity, ensuring there were no hidden traps—just sincere offers. This made Louis nod thoughtfully, though he scratched his head slightly—the matter of the Warhammer would likely be even harder to resolve.

It might even involve some minor kingdoms.

But that was a problem for another time.

“Louis, what do you think of my two secretaries? Both come from noble dragon lineages, true ‘Galac’ blood—descendants of the white dragon line. Yet fate was cruel; the last war forced many dragonborn to flee their homes.”

“You know, in our line of work, we often take in gifted orphans to train. Initially, the group planned to send them into the gladiatorial arena to become wizard assassins. But after a few missions, I felt they were wasted talents—the ladies are well-educated and impeccably clean. So last month, I took them into my own care, intending to offer them to some small kingdoms’ kings.”

“Princess Osiris is coming, but she lacks proper bodyguards to uphold her dignity. The Crowley family probably needs some wizards as well. These two dragon ladies are skilled with all kinds of firearms and understand magic deeply. They know how to defend against both marksmen and wizards.”

Archie blinked. “How you handle them is up to you.”

The two maids bowed cautiously to Louis, somewhat anxious. They knew that once they followed this master, all their future interests would be tied to him.

Louis looked at the two pale-skinned young women, frowning with a grave expression. “Their backgrounds are truly pitiful.”

Upon hearing this, the two dragon ladies nervously lowered their heads.

Louis stroked his chin.

Wizards from the Crowley family… the Mage Association has plenty of them. Future cooperation would surely include magical advisors from that family—whoever Crowley hires this time will be a genuine magician.

As for providing Osiris with bodyguards and secretaries to uphold her image… she probably needs it, but it felt somewhat inappropriate.

“Ahem, Louis, I know they’re not for actual combat. But such talent is scarce everywhere! They’re both cultured and capable—someone’s got to handle the paperwork, right?”

“Fine. Let Kate take care of it from now on.”

Louis looked directly at the two dragon ladies, confirming their thoughts, then left a Nightmare mark and a small mental steel imprint on them—such close attendants must have no secrets in their hearts.

Seeing this, Archie laughed, knowing Louis had accepted them.

“Do they have names?”

The girls shook their heads.

“Let’s name them. The one with an emerald gem on her left horn, call her Afie; the one with jade rings on her right horn and tail, call her Ayu.” Louis smiled as he touched their horns.

“I knew you’d like that,” Archie chuckled. “Otherwise, why would you be fondling their horns during the day? But these two do have some background. Louis, if you accept them, the Special and Mysterious Affairs Office will expect a little help from you when it comes to dragon matters.”

“I knew it,” Louis said, tapping Archie’s head with the documents as they headed to Kate’s suite to review the agreements.

Kate’s expression was complicated after reading—the kind of thing you couldn’t just ask for and get.

Once her father signed, it would mark the start of preliminary cooperation between him and the Warhammer—and also serve as a memorandum.

Moreover, the agreement bore the signatures of “Kentucky Belief” and “Archie Belief” as guarantors, ensuring all terms would be honored.

Forget about the fleet’s debts to the arms company—the arms company was now begging to invest more in the fleet.

Kate solemnly accepted the agreement.

After the discussion, Archie introduced the two dragon maids as magical servants and gave some background.

Kate hesitated—they were wizards!

They were maids and bodyguards?

She looked at Louis.

“Accept them. You decide what to do next.”

Archie smiled slightly, knowing his flattery had hit the mark—Kate understood her role perfectly and wasn’t at all jealous. Whether the two dragon ladies stayed with the family or were sent to Osiris as bodyguards under Kate’s name was fine.

Archie tipped his hat with a slight bow and took his leave.

The two dragon maids shyly glanced at Kate and bowed.

Kate’s cheeks flushed slightly as she linked arms with Louis and looked up at him.

[Kate: Four people can still fit to sleep. Master, would you like to wash up first?]

“Go prepare some foot bath water for me. Your Lady Kate is going to wash my feet.”

That night, perhaps because the two dragon ladies had just started work and were eager to impress their leader, combined with Kate’s exceptional cheerfulness, the group ended up jumping and shouting joyfully, clutching Louis as they cried and laughed so exuberantly the bed nearly collapsed.

Downstairs, Director Trief stared up bewilderedly at the dust falling from above, unable to sleep the whole night.

“Who the hell are these people?!”

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