Last time, Charlotte had not known any better and had notified everyone he knew at once. This time, he would not make the same mistake. On the first day, he only notified Anne, allowing the two of them to enjoy a warm afternoon on the third-floor terrace, drinking coffee, petting cats, and admiring the scenery along the Lucavaro River.
Across the Lucavaro River lay Charlotte's jurisdiction. He was both the Lucavaro District City Patrol Commander and the Lucavaro District Political Affairs Bureau Director, as well as the owner of Falcon Street Number One and Falcon Avenue Number Two.
However, the third floor of Champs-Élysées Avenue Number 58 was not especially high, so he could not see Falcon Street Number One from his own terrace.
Although the two young people did nothing at all, merely chatting casually and sharing the feelings they had held since their parting, Charlotte still felt thoroughly content.
Keeping the girl he loved company on the terrace of his own home, gazing at the distant scenery while three obedient and adorable clever cat kittens scampered about—there truly was a faint sense of happiness lingering around him.
In truth, wasn't this fleeting moment of leisure what so many people struggled and toiled for?
If one could remain so relaxed and at ease all the time, without worrying about making a living, there would be no need to run oneself ragged.
Yet this world needed beasts of burden more than it needed people capable of sensing happiness.
That was why there were always people pushing the world toward greater chaos.
Charlotte had never imagined that a mathematics teacher like him would transmigrate, nor had he imagined that a clerical worker like him would lead troops. And in less than a year, the battlefield had already tempered him into a