A week had passed, and the weekend had arrived. It had been a whirlwind of a week.

Even now, I was still reeling from everything that had happened, particularly my encounter with the Duke of Dimensions.

“Wow! Crescent, I heard you’ve officially become the Lady of the Pluto Ducal House! That’s incredible!”

“So now Cardinal Reuben is your grandfather? Bishop Miles is your father? And Sir Meteor is your brother? This is like a cheat-code setup straight out of a novel. You’ve hit the jackpot!”

“Hey, everyone, stop using informal speech with Crescent. From now on, address her as Lady Crescent. I’ll start: ‘Greetings, Your Grace!’”

“Hahaha… You can stop now,” I replied, exasperated.

Every single colleague I met couldn’t resist teasing me, and this had gone on for the entire week.

The news of me being formally adopted into the Pluto Ducal House had been a massive shock to everyone.

Even the events at the Winter Domain of Duke Winterly were a popular topic among the knights.

After all, it had been one of the most spectacular and large-scale battles against high-tier demonic energy in recent memory.

And the mysterious opening of the Demon Realm’s exit only added fuel to their curiosity.@@novelbin@@

But the thing that had shaken me the most, without a doubt, was the Duke of Dimensions.

Before I could even fully process what it meant to be a part of the Pluto family, my life felt like it was falling apart again.

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