The First Magic World War

This time, it was a formal audience with His Majesty the Emperor of Fars, so it had to be taken seriously.

Charles summoned all his subordinates and silently counted them, then pulled over Herolf Golden Goat and whispered, "Why are there nine Sacred level individuals?"

Herolf Golden Goat glanced and whispered back, "We forgot to count Vigo!"

"Perhaps you think that Nineteenth Rank isn't considered Sacred level…"

Charles hastily denied, "Not at all, I didn't mean that. Nineteenth Rank is definitely Sacred level!"

Kratos of Mount of Light, a top Sacred level at Twenty-third Rank.

Old lizard man Black Dragon, Elephant-man Agon, Silverback Gorilla Quedero, Herolf Golden Goat, two former deputy commanders of the Royal Knights Order: Aspros, Regulus, and the great Gareth Mecklen, seven individuals altogether at Twenty-second Rank strong section Sacred level.

Well, Vigo, being a Nineteenth Rank Holy Knight, did seem a bit out of place.

No wonder Charles missed counting him when tallying the Sacred level ranks.

Vigo, with his imposing appearance, had also changed into a brand new suit, and he hadn't anticipated that by allying himself with Charles, a desperate move on his part, he would eventually become a noble of the Empire, a confidant of Earl Mecklen.

Moreover, his lord was the son-in-law to His Majesty the Emperor of Brittany, also having profound relations with the Crown Prince. Most importantly, Charles's fief was Southseraph, and he could still protect the people of Southseraph.

Vigo had never felt so elated.

Feeling somewhat sheepish, Charles glanced at this Sacred level subordinate, deciding he would definitely treat him better in the future.

Apart from the nine Sacred level subordinates, those who had been with Charles since his early days of building his fortune also appeared; even Taoles had squeezed in. Normally she should have been with Sumei's family, a well-established noble house of the Empire.

Anatasiya, Dobin, Yellow Bear, Belisa, and the swift scribe Italo Calvino, among others—except for Cruz, who was far away in Cappadocia City and couldn't return—other officials of the Westwind Knights had already gathered in Strasbourg.

At that moment, Dobin's face was filled with excitement. He had thought his career in the Patrolling Army was stagnant and his life had no prospects. He hadn't expected that choosing the right superior could send him skyrocketing.

Currently, Dobin was the Chief of the Lucavaro District Patrolling Army, leaping from a Forty-seventh Rank Third Level Soldier to a Thirty-fifth Rank Third Level Sergeant Major—a jump of twelve ranks, a promotion speed so fierce, it was unprecedented, even Charles had never been so "underhanded" back in his days.

However, besides Dobin having indeed achieved enough merit, and his boss Charles indeed having overwhelming power, being a Thirty-fifth Rank Third Level Sergeant Major wasn't considered high, making operations at the grassroots relatively easier to manage.

Like Anne, who graduated from university at Twenty-fourth Rank, an insurmountable class, even the Old Earl couldn't help. It was only thanks to the Emperor of the Lionheart Dynasty providing a foreign post that her father could obtain a royal decree and make his daughter a high official in the Central Government Office of Law Enforcement.

Charles, leading the core of his Westwind Knights, went to the Imperial Palace to pay respects to the Emperor, and after receiving the awards, acquired a new administrative role—Head of the Central Government Office!

Although he had interfered with the affairs of the Central Government Office after the rebellion, as the Old Earl of Brittany had not yet ascended the throne, his status had been unofficial. This time, His Majesty the Emperor of Brittany rectified his position.

At the same time, Anne also became the Minister of the Military Law Enforcement Department!

Well, in the future, the Central Government Office could now bear the name Mecklen.

Charles accepted the commendation and then left the Imperial Palace. The day after the new emperor's coronation, there were countless matters to attend to, and his presence would have only been a hindrance.

Charles led his subordinates back to No. 1 Sparrowhawk Street, where he first signed a few reassignments, such as having Belisa replace Taoles as the chief patroller of Lucavaro District, partnering with Dobin, and appointing Anatasiya as the head of the Lucavaro District Administration Bureau, with Taoles reassigned as the municipal official of Machu Picchu!

These roles were merely nominal; in reality, they would accompany Charles to Southseraph to serve as local officials instead of remaining to work in Strasbourg.

Originally, the patrolling army was just a shell, and it would remain so.

Now, Charles no longer held so many administrative positions, many of which had automatically been relieved from him. His current official titles were: Head of the Central Government Office, Westwind Knights' Commander, Fars Empire's Special Plenipotentiary War Commissioner to the Inglima Empire, Cultural Commissioner of the Fars Empire to the Lionheart Dynasty, Full Powers Diplomatic Consul stationed in Saint Michael City and Cappadocia City, Fifth-Rank Imperial Noble, Earl Charles Mecklen!

Essentially, his titles could fit in one room.

After Charles signed a stack of documents, he sent people to buy all the available food and drink from nearby restaurants to host a grand feast.

Although the scale of the feast could not compare to a royal banquet in the palace or match the elegance of a noble's ball, everyone was still exceedingly jubilant—their joy stemming from being hosts rather than guests.

They were all members of the Westwind Knights, each benefiting within this team. Most of those who had originally followed Charles had bought houses in Strasbourg, and even owned residences in other cities, amassing considerable wealth. Some had even received promotions, now living quite comfortably on their weekly salary alone.

Charles had always been generous with his subordinates, although he might occasionally forget...

As for Charles himself, he hadn't gone down to revel; he was not particularly fond of lively events. He sat in his office, sipping champagne lightly. Now, Charles Mecklen was indeed a man who could indulge in unlimited champagne, pondering the upcoming war when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. Homonsa, one of the earliest adventurers he had met, entered.

Charles asked, "Aren't you going down to have fun with those people?"

With a gentle smile, Homonsa responded, "I always thought you'd find a chance to kill me."

Charles chuckled and replied, "Over the Silver Rhinoceros matter? You don't need to worry about that now. No one will remember Archduke Ferdinand anymore."

In a low voice, Homonsa said, "I've come to you for two things. First, I've ascended to Transcendent. Thank you for the materials you provided!"

Charles nodded and congratulated, "Congratulations!"

Indeed, Homonsa had found Hockwell Silver Rhinoceros, the alchemic handgun that killed Archduke Ferdinand, and he had promised her a batch of materials for her advancement, which he had indeed delivered, not expecting this female adventurer to truly ascend.

Homonsa continued, "There's one more thing; I'm getting married. Dobin proposed to me recently, and I accepted. I hope you can attend our wedding."

Taken aback, Charles shook his head and smiled, "Congratulations to you both!"

"I will attend and bring a gift."

Ordinary people also have their ordinary lives.

Everyday people also have their mundane lives.

Not everyone is like the protagonists in stories, living a life filled with majestic tales.