When Charlotte was with Anne, he had only wanted to marry a rich, beautiful woman and reach the pinnacle of life.
As the son of a merchant, Charlot Mecklenburg knew nothing about the Empire's nobility. As a transmigrator, Charlotte had inherited none of the relevant memories and had no interest in learning about things he considered useless.
That was why he only learned much later just how enormous the Brittany Family's influence was.
Charlotte had once been secretly pleased with himself over it, thinking he had latched onto a long, straight, beautiful leg. But after Black Dragon reminded him, he finally came to his senses. The Brittany Family was simply far too powerful.
Anne could rummage through Count's study and find a whole pile of Supernatural Artifacts, including quite a few High-Order Transcendent artifacts.
That was a study, not the Brittany Family's treasury!
When Charlotte thought that the malice directed at him might have come from the Emperor of Fars, he felt somewhat discouraged. "If your guess is right, doesn't that mean there's nothing we can do?"
"Are we supposed to make the Emperor apologize?"
Black Dragon smiled faintly. "An emperor may not remain emperor forever."
Charlotte was instantly stunned. He stared at Black Dragon, unable to believe that he, the transmigrator, had not even considered rebellion yet, while this old Lizardman was already thinking about it.
Seeing that Charlotte understood, Black Dragon lowered his voice. "The merits you have earned are already immense, but do you think you could receive even a baronial title?"
Charlotte considered it and shook his head. "Absolutely not! I'm only a first-rank Councillor of the twenty-fourth grade. A baron is a seventh-grade imperial office. Besides, with the war having gone on this long, the merits I can earn are nearly at their limit. It'll