"Oh! There were so many kinds of magic? That was truly unbelievable."
"Magic could be used like that?"
"The Fourth Prince was such a genius."
"Was this writer from Fars? I wanted to visit this great author!"
Sweating profusely, Charlotte hurriedly said, "No, you don't!"
"This author..."
"He went traveling."
"Mm, very far away. Apparently, he fell seriously ill and needed to find a very strange herb for treatment."
Princess Mei propped up her chin and pondered for a while before suddenly saying, "Don't tell this one anymore. I think you're terrible at telling stories; you're ruining such a good novel. When I get to Fars, I'm going to buy the original. Before then, you are not allowed to spoil the story."
Although Princess Mei's face was hidden beneath her black robe, Charlotte was certain that beneath it, this Grand Princess wore an expression of utter disdain.
Charlotte had just breathed a sigh of relief when Princess Mei said, "Change to a slightly worse story!"
"A... slightly... worse story?" Charlotte suddenly had the terrifying thought that if he ever returned to Earth, he would definitely never be able to face any other authors again.
After thinking for a long time, he finally chose a fantasy story that girls might like and said, "Once upon a time, there was a Count who had a son named Duwei. This Duwei never wet the bed..."
"He could not speak even at the age of three. Everyone thought he was mute, perhaps even an idiot. On the day he turned three, rain fell from the sky and lightning flashed wildly. He suddenly uttered the first words of his life: Damn it!"
Whenever Charlotte told stories, an image would always surface in his mind: a burly, overweight man standing six foot two, wearing an expensive