They all call me Great Master-Chapter 454 - 451: The Man Hidden by the Mosaic!

Facing the sales pitch of Swordsmanship Master Julie, Marinda’s gaze revealed a trace of strangeness.

"Why on earth would you bring something like that?"

Marinda did not attempt to hide the meaning in her eyes.

However, the Swordsmanship Chief sighed.

"You know that I have Giant Tribe bloodline, right?"

"Yes, the Swordsmanship Chief of the Earl of South Los, descendent of the Giants, heir of Garden Island, known for being able to drag a sailboat ashore with one hand and the only person speculated to be able to compete in strength with the ’War Elephant’ under the Old Lion."

Marinda spoke of what she knew.

But the Female Swordmaster showed no joy, instead her expression grew heavy.

"Do you know the traits of the Giant Tribe?"

The Female Swordmaster continued to ask.

"Immense size, tremendous power, extraordinary defense, and long lifespan."

Marinda said, envy appearing in her eyes.

It was not feigned.

But genuine envy.

Even the descendants of the Giant Tribe on Garden Island, with only a trace of the original Giant bloodline, had already exceeded common people’s imagination.

Even without deliberate training, merely by following the natural course of growth, they would possess Arcana Level strength upon reaching adulthood.

If it weren’t for the fact that since the Age of the Holy Empire, the number of their people on Garden Island never exceeded 20 and were almost all females, the Giant Tribe would have unified the world long ago.

"Yes, we possess racial traits beyond the imagination of ordinary people, but it’s precisely because of such traits that we find it difficult to procreate — this is what they call the fairness of destiny."

A look of desolation appeared on the face of the Female Swordsmanship Master.

"So, is that why you sought the Potion Master ’Quin’ to concoct this potion?"

A hint of understanding appeared on Marinda’s face.

If it was for the sake of propagating their race, it was understandable.

As Marinda was thinking about how to continue consoling the Female Swordsmanship Chief, the latter began to scratch her head and laugh heartily—

"No, that’s not it!

I don’t actually know Master Quin. It was my mother who sought the Master to treat my father’s fractured pelvis.

The Master, taking pity on my father, agreed to make this potion."

Marinda: ...

Fractured pelvis?

She felt as though she had caught wind of some alarming information.

And to what extent would one have to be pitiable for the famously indifferent Master Quin to render aid by concocting such a special magic potion?

Could it be completely broken?

Or already shattered?

A myriad of mosaic images flashed through Marinda’s mind.

However, another question arose.

Without any pretense, the lady directly asked—

"Since there is such an ’assuredly effective’ potion, why is the population of Giants on Garden Island still so small?"

"Still that scarce, right?

Because the potion is only effective the first time it is taken.

Moreover, after taking this potion, a woman may conceive but will fall into weakness, especially after childbirth. My mother took three years to recover.

That was already the ideal state having had my father slay and bring back a Pseudo-Dragon from ’Dragon Island’ for my mother to bolster her health.

If it were an ordinary situation, even with my mother’s physical condition, it would likely take about ten years to recover."

"However, Marinda, let me tell you, that dragon heart stew is quite delicious.

Especially with my father’s culinary skills, it’s absolutely sublime."

The Female Swordsmaster’s topic drifted accidentally.

Marinda, meanwhile, took in the information.

’No wonder the aloof Master Quin intervened; there must be a test in this.

Who is Julie’s father?

Even a Pseudo-Dragon isn’t something just anyone could slay, let alone venture onto Dragon Island...

At the very least, he must be an Entrant.

Such a man cannot be one without a name. Who could he be?’

While Marinda guessed silently in her heart, she put away the ’assuredly effective’ magic potion.

She wouldn’t use it.

She was merely curious.

She, is the collection.

Yes, just like that.

And at most, that would be...

to reassure the Countess.

Although not knowing the difficulty of concocting the "One-Hit" Magic Potion, with Master Quin in action, it must be extraordinary and exceedingly expensive.

In addition to its importance to the Giant Tribe, its value must surely double.

But such a precious potion was casually taken out by the Female Swordsmanship Chief.

Marinda could already imagine how wary the Countess must be of her right now.

She is the Countess’s purse.

But when a purse becomes too heavy, it can also crush someone.

She had noticed before but had no real confirmation.

However, that bastard must have found out, and that’s what led to the current plan: to make her temporarily weak and seem "harmless."

And the "One-Hit" Magic Potion?

Consider it an unexpected surprise!

"Hmph, you bad guy, always one step ahead."

Thinking this at the bottom of her heart, a joyful smile appeared on Marinda’s face, also filled with a touch of motherly love.

Watching Marinda carefully put away the "One-Hit" Magic Potion with a beaming smile, Swordsmanship Master Julie also showed a hint of a smile on her face.

This Swordsmanship Chief had no ill intentions.

Merely the appearance of a monkey in a melon field.

Yes, the giant kind of monkey.

"Sister Julie, please cooperate with me in a moment—I’ve decided to let the facts be known to everyone."

Marinda was making her original request.

"No problem!

Leave it to me!"

The Female Swordsmanship Chief’s chest pounded with a thumping sound.

Downstairs, Linda, who was quietly conversing with Arthur, suddenly became absent-minded.

"What’s wrong?"

Having had similar experiences, Arthur immediately looked at his little aunt expectantly.

He was eager to know what his talented little aunt had seen this time.

"A giant!

A giant running across a grassland under the sunset!

And...

Naked.

Chased by a group of female giants."

As Linda spoke, her face turned red.

The sunset run, is that my bygone youth?

Arthur couldn’t help but comment internally.

But what connection could he have with a giant?

Apart from that Swordsmanship Chief of the Countess, he hadn’t seen any other female giants.

"Prophecy is like that, hard to say exactly what it signifies; it could be reality, but more often it’s an unspoken symbolism."

Arthur was comforting.

"Yeah, I know.

My ability might not compare to yours, Arthur, but it far surpasses that of other so-called noble families!"

Linda nodded, her face alight with absolute confidence.

Behind her, the image of a golden warrior flickered and disappeared.

This time, Arthur truly saw the warrior clearly—the body was immensely buff, wearing a headdress that covered the nose and most of the face, somewhat like an alternative crown, but the armor on the elbows and knees was branded with...

A cat’s head?!

The black and white image of a cat’s head, Arthur recognized at a glance, was one of Linda’s three cats named ’Haha.’

’Such a sturdy body, majestic armor, stern expression, yet adorned with something so cute... huh, it’s just like you, Linda.’

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Arthur thought to himself, his gaze returning once more to the upstairs—

Marinda and Julie side by side, descending the stairs.

The inheritance ceremony for the title was about to begin.