The First Magic World War

Charles had assigned the task to Herolf, the Golden Goat, and finally found a spot to relax.

At any other banquet, Charles would have definitely fled early, but this night's feast held a different significance, and since Anne was there, he definitely couldn't leave.

After relaxing for a bit, Charles was about to return to the banquet when he spotted a black robe!

Charles was greatly alarmed, as he hadn't seen this black robe in a long while!

Wasn't the owner of this black robe supposed to be in Inglima?

Why was it here?

Princess May Guillermo, making no attempt to disguise herself, walked directly towards Charles and asked, "Surprised to see me?"

Charles nodded vigorously, as his surprise was indeed tremendous.

Princess May said indifferently, "I am here as a diplomatic envoy to congratulate His Majesty Brittany on his ascension to the throne."

Then Charles recalled that besides the Black Phoenix, envoys from thirty-one countries of the Old Continent had come to offer congratulations; he had even chatted with the envoys, being a significant figure at this night banquet himself, but he had never expected Inglima to send Princess May.

Charles was confused, completely unsure of how to handle the situation.

Princess May also seemed uncertain about how to manage the affair.

After a while, she spoke in a low voice, "Haven't you been diligent in chasing deadlines recently?"

Charles nodded vigorously again; indeed, he had not been diligently "chasing deadlines," and even Anne had been lax.

There was no helping it, Anne had just been on a mission to the Lionheart Dynasty and had accompanied him on a campaign against Duke Moslet, Miss Brittany...

No, Her Royal Highness Princess Brittany was also very busy.

Princess May appeared to have much to say, but it all boiled down to, "It is wrong of you not to earnestly chase deadlines!"

"There are many readers eagerly waiting; less than ten thousand words a day is criminal, writing over thirty thousand words a day is what qualifies as diligent!"

"If the scribes of Fars are not efficient enough, I can send a team from Inglima to assist you."

Just as Charles was about to decline, he saw the look in Princess May's eyes – there was a hint of pity!

Suddenly, he found himself unable to utter any words of refusal.

Princess May brushed past Charles, and she suddenly tilted her head and whispered into his ear, "Originally, I didn't want your Queen Bee! But since Sophia Garanord has made it famous across the Seven Seas, it really bothers me. I will reclaim the Queen Bee after the great battle and let it dock beside 699 South Sevantes Riverside Street!"

"I will make everyone in this world know that it is Princess May Guillermo's ship!"

With these words, Princess May strode away, leaving Charles continuously wiping sweat!

He was quite intimidated by this Great Princess of Inglima; not to mention her noble status, just her immense power at the Sacred level was enough to make him feel at risk of domestic violence whenever they were alone.

No, that's wrong!

Tsk! It definitely wouldn't be domestic violence.

Charles took a while before he caught his breath and was just about to perk up and return to the banquet when he saw Anne coming towards him, smiling radiantly. Upon spotting Anne, Charles immediately felt more at ease and asked, "Your Royal Highness Princess Anne, why have you left the center of the banquet?"

Anne covered her mouth, whispering softly, "I came to catch a terribly wicked fugitive whose name is Charles Mecklen. Have you seen him?"

Charles smiled slightly and replied, "I haven't seen him, but when I looked in the mirror just now, I saw a face that was filled with admiration for the Princess. Shall I show you that mirror?"

Anne giggled lightly, raised her small hand for Charles to grasp, and whispered, "Let's dance together!"

Charles bowed slightly, although he had practiced only martial arts since he crossed over and had never danced before, he believed that the physical qualities of a seventeenth rank Transcendent and the dance skills he learned at the National Academy and during his university days were still largely intact.

The two began to dance gracefully outside the banquet hall.

Soon, a quiet court orchestra approached to provide accompaniment for the young couple.

Before long, dozens of nobles gathered around, making the scene incredibly lively.

Some people, even when they leave the center of the banquet, will have others voluntarily shift the focus back onto them.

Today, no one dared to ignore Charles Mecklen or Anne Brittany!

They were the most prominent young people of the new Brittany Dynasty in the Fars Empire.

Indeed, even Antonio, the Crown Prince, could not steal their spotlight.

Soon enough, even Antonio stepped out of the banquet hall, surrounded by ten knights of the Brittany Family and dozens of young nobles. As the rightful and almost certain next Emperor of the Brittany Dynasty, countless people were eager to ingratiate themselves with the newly appointed Earl Mecklen.

Even without mentioning his status, Antonio was still the most outstanding young man in the Empire.

Yes, without a peer.

The future strongest man of the Empire—if it weren't for the fairytale-like story of Charles and Anne—no one anywhere in the Fars Empire could divert attention from Antonio's grace.

Watching his sister dance gracefully, Antonio felt a touch of emotion. He remembered Anne's dislike for banquets and her aversion to dancing. In his memory, Anne had refused to dance with anyone at all the banquets she attended. Initially, he thought his sister disliked such noble activities. Now, seeing her dance with Charles, her face filled with joy, he realized Anne didn't dislike dancing; she just disliked dancing with anyone other than Charles.

When the dance ended, the floor erupted with pleased applause!

Charles smiled slightly, boldly taking the hand of the Empire's top princess, walking up to the Crown Prince of the Brittany dynasty, and quietly said, "Anne is a bit tired, please allow me to escort her Royal Highness back to rest."

Antonio nodded slightly and said, "Then I entrust Earl Mecklen with this task."

Charles took Anne and strode away!

If there were a historian present to record this scene, they would certainly have one remark for Charles Mecklen—domineering!

What does it mean to be domineering?

This is it.

Of course, Charles didn't take Anne back; they slipped out of the Imperial Palace and went to 221B Baker Street.

Anne also thoughtfully instructed her attendants to prepare some pastries, fruit, tea, fruit wine, and champagne.

Today was a very joyful day, and Anne Brittany wanted to celebrate privately with her Charles Mecklen.