The First Magic World War

Anne's carriage bore a whimsically youthful name—Miss Pumpkin! The creature pulling the carriage was a rarely seen magical beast, the "Unicorn Deer". This beast was of great stature, its endurance surpassing any horse. When it came to pulling the carriage, aside from its impressive, beautiful build, glossy fur, and the aesthetically pleasing antlers on its head, there was nothing particularly special. However, the Unicorn Deer was a natural Lightning Series magical beast that, upon sensing danger, would unleash a net of lightning to protect both itself and the carriage it pulled. Hence, it was greatly favored by the nobility of the Old Continent. Nevertheless, the Unicorn Deer only allowed pure maidens to approach. Therefore, using a Unicorn Deer to pull a carriage often served as a declaration of a family daughter's purity. The Unicorn Deer pulling Anne's carriage had a favorite food which was, indeed, "pumpkins". Therefore, the carriage was aptly named Miss Pumpkin. It had nothing to do with the design of the carriage. Coming from Star Workshop, the carriage was truly a High-Order Extraordinary Item. It might not be more luxurious than the Dark Luxury, but it was brand new; Anne was its first owner. Unlike the Dark Luxury, which had passed through countless hands. The coach was driven by a maid in a maple-leaf skirt, who from a distance, slightly nodded at Charles, clearly at least having heard his name, her demeanor carrying a hint of intimacy. Anne and Mama Karen had already alighted from the carriage. In Charles's memory, it was the first time Anne made an appearance in full regalia. Upon seeing Charles, Anne blinked and flashed a playful smile without a word. Mama Karen, with a beaming smile, said, "The Earl has sent me along with fifty knights, Mister Mecklen can be at ease!" Charles whispered, "I've heard that Byron also sent someone to try; I'm worried they might be so desperate as to attempt assassinating our Fars's envoy..." Once Anne stepped off the carriage, the Brittany Family's convoy came to a halt. Several knights, who were clearly not from the Brittany Family, rode up from behind. One of the knights overheard Charles's words and couldn't help but let out a derisive snort, saying, "This embassy has three members of the Sacred Order—Her Highness the Princess, the High Priest Augustine, as well as Mama Karen. What's the use of your worry? Did you also bring a member of the Sacred Order to help?" After taunting Charles, the young knight turned to Anne and said, "Miss Brittany, please be assured that I can definitely guarantee your complete safety." Charles almost blurted out, "Old Goat, go!" The thoughts in his heart were ruder, and he felt embarrassed to vocalize them. In his mind, he thought, "Who the hell are you to hit on my territory?" The young knight quite obviously had a fondness for Anne, though perhaps it wasn't fondness at all—he might just be swinging at the chance, hoping to get lucky. If Charles could tolerate such a thing, he might as well change his surname from Huang. The Golden Goat Herolf maintained silence, raising two fingers, his entire body surging with Marine System Fighting Spirit that transformed into tumbling muddy waves, submerging the knights completely. What kind of power did the Old Goat have? In his prime, he went toe-to-toe with the youthful Zimmerman. With the Queen Bee in hand, he faced Menilman, Tumishen, and Sabastine unafraid, even in a joint attack. A mere ordinary Transcendent Knight was like child's play for him—he didn't even need to fight seriously. With just his Fighting Spirit, he sent the knights flying. With a proud retraction of his two fingers, this pose—seen by Charles before—added nothing to the power of the move but exuded a mysterious coolness. Now, even merely testing the waters, he was undeniably dashing. Seeing the Old Goat steal his signature move, Charles inexplicably thought of Vegeta. Indeed, the Old Goat's arrogance somehow resembled the haughty prince. Only, there was a gulf in terms of their looks—the Old Goat's looks could compete with Piccolo's. The knights struggled to their feet, recognizing that Golden Ram Herolf who had struck them was of the Sacred Order; they dared not make any further uproar. The knight who had spoken earlier didn't even glance at Charles as he walked past the Old Goat and said to Anne, "Miss Brittany, I'll come back tonight..." Charles felt a surge of anger, thinking to himself, "You're coming back tonight?" "Damn it, I won't let you survive tonight." Mama Karen whispered, "This Mister Rembrandt Mosleyd is a young man from the Duke Mosley household, a senior officer of the Royal Knights Order, now twenty-eight years old, a Third Order Transcendent, quite accomplished for his age." "He has been coming to visit Anne these past few days, and I've turned him away every time." The old nanny outlined Rembrandt's identity, name, position, background, and strengths very clearly and specifically pointed out that this man had been attempting to visit Anne daily. Yes, Mama Karen was stirring the pot. Having interacted with Charles for a while, she knew what kind of person the young man was. The old nanny thought that making Charles a tad jealous would benefit her mistress's competitive edge. Unable to help himself, Charles asked, "Doesn't he know that Anne has someone else in her heart?" Mama Karen smiled, adding fuel to the fire before saying indifferently, "The young men of the Duke Mosley household, how could they care about someone of the 24th Rank..." Anne quietly interjected from the side, "Mister Mecklen has already become a 23rd Rank, Second Level Counselor." Mama Karen gestured with a shrug, igniting the fuse as she said, "Those people don't even take a baron too seriously." Anne murmured, "Mister Mecklen, Mama Karen just likes to see people embarrassed." "You... don't take it too personally." "Tonight, I will make sure Mama Karen has a pleasant dream." As they were at the roadside, and within a convoy on a diplomatic mission, Anne couldn't say much, nor was it appropriate for her to be too affectionate, but her mention of ensuring Mama Karen had a pleasant dream was clearly her intention to meet up with Charles in the Dreamscape later that night. Charles nodded, returned with his three Sacred Order subordinates to his opulent shadowy surroundings, and felt much more at ease the moment he reached Anne's side, having rushed over from the Red Dragon Strait. Charles had evolved since the time of his arrival; he himself was now a Fifteenth Order High-Level Transcendent with over a dozen special abilities and three Sacred Order subordinates. Unless he encountered enemies like Viscount Constantine or Amisphidas, King of A Thousand Lions, he could be considered almost fearless. Although Rembrandt was from the Mosleyde Family, Charles did not feel intimidated. Come evening, as Charles felt a touch of sleepiness in the carriage, an odd sensation overcame him. He hurriedly instructed, "Do not shatter Mama Karen's Dreamscape," and found himself on a vast prairie, brimming with blooming flowers and the refreshing scent of grass refreshing his spirit. If he did not give an order, Mama Karen's Dreamscape would undoubtedly be disrupted by the Black Dragon, Old Goat, and Qiudelo; a Sacred Order's Dreamscape could not confine those of the same order. Anne descended from the sky and hurled herself into his embrace. Mama Karen appeared not far away, with picnic items laid out beside her—there were pastry boxes, fruits, and tea, with blankets spread out on the ground, all very cozy. The old nanny smiled faintly at Charles, gesturing towards a spot not far away. Seven or eight young people were reveling and drinking heartily, seemingly oblivious to Charles and his companions. Their speech was loud and uninhibited, and among those faces, Charles recognized one. It was precisely that Mister Rembrandt Mosleyd; they too had been led into the Dreamscape by the old nanny.