Menilman's heart surged with emotion. When she had been sent into the navy, she had known this would be difficult. She had also known that because of Zimmerman, she had become a thorn in the eyes of many great nobles who had lost their sons, and she had made ample mental preparations.
But Menilman had never imagined that her predicament would suddenly open up because of a junior she had helped on a whim.
When Charlotte had told her he was about to be promoted, Menilman had known he was lying, but she had still opened a few doors for him. The Empire's First Rose had never thought such a small kindness would bring much in return.
At most, she would gain a young man who admired her.
Menilman had never lacked admirers.
But she had never thought she would see a young man no less outstanding than Zimmerman, so exceptional that even the harshest standards could find no fault in him.
When Charlotte said, "Senior Menilman, please allow me to give you a little surprise," she vaguely felt as though she had seen that man again—the man she never wanted to see again.
Charlotte did not have Zimmerman's unruliness in his eyes, but they were equally full of wisdom and confidence. At times, they even carried the same lofty indifference.
That was a trait of transmigrators!
Every transmigrator held a psychological advantage over the natives. Even if the other person was a hero, even if she was famed as the most beautiful woman on the continent, even if he was a king, even if it was an evil god...
Menilman could not understand that indifference that transcended the mortal world.
He could give away a Magic Alchemical Warship just like that.
Moreover, Menilman could tell that Charlotte was not