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Given that Long Eagle Territory was in dire need of reconstruction, and though the rebuilding plans had already begun, they were still in the early stages.

As the saying goes, ‘Good steel should be used on the blade’s edge’, meaning that valuable resources should be used where they will have the most impact.

Richard figured that using the lord’s points when they are truly needed would maximize their value.

As he walked through the castle, he didn’t feel a sense of superiority just because he was residing there. After all, he wasn’t exactly fond of this castle. Long Eagle Territory was equivalent to a small, remote town, and during this primitive era, even a cramped castle didn’t offer much appeal. His impression of the castle was that it was damp, cold, old, decayed, and gloomy.

“This place is really only fit for vampire bats, huh?” Richard thought to himself. It indeed matched the gothic, dark style of the medieval period.

Not to mention the snakes, bugs, rats, and ants seemed to infest every corner, with nests hidden in crevices or even deep within the foundations.

He resolved that once Long Eagle Territory developed further, this castle would have to be torn down and rebuilt.

His dream was to construct a residence that he truly loved—grand and imposing, open and well-lit, with a design that was spacious and majestic. However, these ambitions would have to wait; one step at a time.

Not long after, he reached a room where Cinderella, busy cleaning, greeted him. Her eyes filled with admiration as she saw her master.

She was diligently performing her duties, dressed in her old maid’s clothes.

Although she was now the head maid and had delegated many tasks, she still saw it as a great honor to personally clean the magnificent castle for her master.

In this castle, she felt a sense of security she had never experienced before. No longer did she have to fear her stepmother or her stepsisters bullying her. She never wanted to return to her old home, where her father, blinded by his wife’s manipulations, always took her stepmother’s side.

Richard paused for a moment, watching Cinderella sweep the floor, somewhat dazed.

This hardworking and gentle Cinderella—is she really a witch?

Could there be a glitch in the system?

Cinderella, noticing his gaze, blushed, gripping the broom tighter with nervousness.

The sight of Richard’s leadership earlier had stirred her admiration, and now, his glance made her heart race even more. To her, he was the first man outside of her father and the servants that she had ever encountered.

Richard opened the system interface, curious about Cinderella’s updated status. The description now included a small but significant change.

[Cinderella:] [Alias: Cinderella] [Talent: Witch (Awakening)] [Loyalty: 100]

Furthermore, her loyalty had reached a full 100%.

How did that happen?

Richard wondered, fascinated by Cinderella’s psychological shift. Yet, he was relieved; with her loyalty maxed out, he no longer worried about potential backlash for having taken her from the forest by force. The system’s transparency was a powerful tool, allowing him to see through any false loyalties or undercover enemies.

He began to contemplate Cinderella’s story. She was indeed unusual, with her fairy godmother who could conjure pumpkin carriages and glass slippers, attracting the prince’s undying attention.

Could they have known she was a witch? Perhaps the fairy godmother saw her talent, and the prince saw her potential as a force to harness.

Maybe he had unknowingly intercepted something significant here.

Cinderella, seeing Richard’s smile but hearing no words, became more uneasy, unsure if she had done something wrong. Nervously, she finally spoke, “Ma… Master, is there something you need? Are you thirsty? Shall I prepare some juice for you?”

Richard gave a slight smile and replied, “Cinderella, come with me. I have something good to reward you with!”

“Eh? Ah? Oh! Okay.”

Cinderella’s eyes widened, and she quickly nodded, following Richard to the inner chamber.

Standing by the wardrobe, Richard reached into the air, pulling out a maid outfit and stockings. With a grin, he handed them to Cinderella, saying, “Try these on. How do you like them?”

“Thank you for the reward, master!”

Cinderella, surprised and delighted, thanked him sincerely.

She assumed it was a new uniform, a token of her master’s recognition, and felt deeply moved—no one had ever given her new clothes before.

“Don’t thank me just yet. If you want to show your gratitude, try them on now so I can see how they look on you.” Richard said, smiling expectantly.

Cinderella’s beauty was unique; she was both elegant and noble, yet also adorable and tenacious. Her golden curls sparkled with a magical luster, and her dark brown eyes seemed to contain a mysterious power.

Richard couldn’t wait to see how this combination of modern maid attire with black stockings would accentuate her striking features.