First Impression of the Fiancee

The girl was wearing a common maple leaf dress from the Empire of Fars, which is standard travel attire for many women. It's thick, resistant to wind and cold, and has many small hidden pockets for things like a self-defense daggers. She wasn't carrying any luggage.

She wasn't as beautiful as Anne, but she was definitely a beauty scoring over eighty-five points. Her face held a hint of childishness, full of collagen, and her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed together, indicating she was in a very bad mood.

Charlotte compared her appearance to his memory. Although the image was a bit blurry, he was certain this young lady was his fiancée—Sylvie Martin.

Charlotte hadn't dared to hitch a ride in Anne's carriage these past few days, insisting on taking public transport home, precisely because he was afraid this lady would see the scene before him.

He shrugged his shoulders and walked over with large strides, saying in as gentle a tone as possible, "Miss Martin, it's been a while."

Sylvie Martin somewhat regretted coming to Strasbourg from the Duchy of Behemoth alone. She should have traveled with someone.

Strasbourg was much bigger than she had imagined, and the public safety was much worse.

Within the first hour of stepping into Strasbourg, Sylvie had lost all her belongings. She didn't even have a single Centime left.

The return address Charlotte had given his brother was 58 Champs-Élysées Avenue. It had taken her a full day of searching to find this residence.

Sylvie was absolutely certain she had come to the wrong place.

58 Champs-Élysées Avenue was a mansion, and it really didn't seem like a place her former fiancé, whose weekly salary was only one Foer and seventy Centime, could afford to live. But she truly had nowhere else to go.

Sylvie Martin heard someone call her name and looked up slightly, indeed seeing a familiar yet annoying face.

She said irritably, "Why did you give me a fake address?"

Charlotte didn't explain. He took out a key, opened the door, and added, "I live here now."

Sylvie was so surprised that Charlotte had to call her twice before she followed him inside.

Charlotte didn't know why this fiancée disliked the "former him." Perhaps the former him had a messy private life, or perhaps he had some bad habits. But it didn't matter; he hadn't transmigrated to be a rebound guy.

Although, Miss Sylvie Martin should still be a pure girl.

Charlotte led Sylvie to the small study, motioned for her to sit anywhere, handed her a glass of water, and casually asked, "Why don't you have any luggage?"

Sylvie answered with some embarrassment and anger, "It was stolen at the station."

Charlotte couldn't help but laugh. He really hadn't expected this fiancée to be so naive and adorable.

Sylvie became even angrier. She bit down on her small white teeth and said through clenched teeth, "Can you not laugh at me? You're even more annoying than before."

Charlotte nodded and immediately stopped laughing. It was indeed wrong to laugh at a girl, especially since he wasn't familiar with her.

The former him had very few memories of Sylvie Martin, so they likely weren't very close.

Charlotte took out the document he had prepared earlier and handed it to Sylvie, saying, "I've already signed it. Once you sign your name, the engagement can be dissolved."

"If you're not at ease, you can also get it notarized at the government office. I'll pay for it."

Sylvie indignantly took the quill pen and quickly signed her name in beautiful, flowing script.

Charlotte let out a huge sigh of relief.

From now on, he could openly date Anne without worrying about his "harem" collapsing.

Charlotte carefully blew the ink dry on his copy of the document, put it into an empty box, and said with a smile, "What do you plan to do next, Miss Martin?"

Sylvie hesitated for a while before saying softly, "If possible, I'd like to stay here for a few days."

"Once my father wires the money, I'll move out immediately."

"I've completed my education at Behemoth National Academy and have been hired as an Empire civil employee. I should receive my work assignment in about half a month. I won't trouble you for too long."

By the end of her sentence, Sylvie Martin's eyes were firm, filled with tenacity and courage.

Charlotte was slightly taken aback. He had often seen that look in his previous life; it was the confidence found only in independent and self-reliant women.

Even in that world, such women were rare.

Charlotte shrugged his shoulders and said, "Miss Martin, even though we have dissolved our engagement, I still have a responsibility to look after you whenever you need it."

"Feel free to stay here without worry."

This former fiancée had solved a big problem for him, and Charlotte didn't intend to be heartless.

Besides, this was a medieval world.

Public safety wasn't good.

He himself was a member of the Prison Guard Force, so of course he knew that even the capital, Strasbourg, was as chaotic as could be.

Letting a young girl wander around outside alone would weigh on his conscience.

If Sylvie left by herself, something was ten-tenths bound to happen.

Sylvie Martin breathed a slight sigh of relief. She quietly touched the dagger hidden in her maple leaf dress and said, "You can't come near me at night."

Charlotte pointed to the stairs on one side of the banquet hall and said indifferently, "There are fifteen rooms on the second floor. You can pick any one you like."

"Also, I only moved in recently, and this house is missing a lot of daily necessities. If you need anything, please let me know as soon as possible. While it's not completely dark yet, there's still time to buy things."

Sylvie put down the water glass in her hand, tugged at her long dress, performed a standard courtesy, and then walked out of the small study and up the stairs to the second floor.

After about a few minutes, she came back down and said, "I need a kerosene lamp, some clothes to change into, and bedding. I'm also a bit hungry. Is there any food at home?"

Charlotte smiled slightly and said, "There are a few croissants, a few filled pastries, and some Dongli Nation floral tea at home, but you probably won't be interested in those. Let's go out to eat."

"Champs-Élysées Avenue has all sorts of shops. As the host, I should also welcome Miss Sylvie and help her settle in."

Sylvie Martin was very surprised. Charlotte's gentlemanly demeanor made her quite unaccustomed to him. She knew exactly what kind of person her former fiancé was!

Charlotte Mecklen was a typical scoundrel, the kind who did all sorts of evil things because his family was rich. He was also a seasoned flirt, having ambiguous relationships with multiple ladies in Behemoth and being very impure.

Sylvie Martin had once been convinced that this former fiancé would be expelled from university and unable to get his degree because of a scandal there, and that would be the outcome he deserved.

This was also why Miss Sylvie insisted on breaking off the engagement. She didn't like playboys or dissolute rogues. She couldn't imagine spending her life with such a failure of a human being.