During this time, Chloe had trained with unprecedented diligence, and his battle aura had advanced by leaps and bounds. Tempered by war, his battle aura had fiercely broken through its bottleneck, condensing the Proof of Earth among the Eight Great Knight's Proofs and nearly doubling his strength.
Brimming with confidence, he left the military camp alone, spear in hand, and loudly called out a challenge to Charlotte.
Charlotte was parched from dictating when he heard Chloe's challenge. Delighted, he shouted, "Chloe, you brat! I'll go take your life right now..."
Before he could finish, Princess Mei pressed him back in place and said flatly, "I'll go!"
Charlotte said in surprise, "This... isn't that inappropriate?"
But Princess Mei had already soared into the air, paying him no attention at all. Beside him, Fast-Handed Clerk Italo Calvino urged softly, "Mr. Mecklen, don't waste any more time. We're still a terribly long way from the word count the Grand Princess set for today. If we delay any longer, none of us will get to eat today."
Charlotte let out a long sigh toward the heavens and resumed dictating his webnovel. He now regretted showing off aboard the warship more than anything.
If Old Continent novels were bad, then they were bad. Why had he insisted on wearing such a contemptuous expression? What had he been thinking?
Being too much like Drunken Green Ox was no way to live!
Mm, that was also a line from some webnovel.
Charlotte suddenly shuddered, thinking, Don't let the Grand Princess hear about that book. I remember its ending... was it finished? Or not?
Anyway, I don't think the Grand Princess would be satisfied with that ending.
If she thinks I'm fobbing her off and forces me to keep dictating it...
People will really die.
Chloe stared blankly