Charlotte broke out in a cold sweat when he saw Emperor Alfred Guillaume's personal letter. He had nearly forgotten about this. Though he had never actually agreed to write a book called Red Dragon Emperor, did that really matter?
What mattered was that this was a request from Emperor Alfred Guillaume of Inglima. He had to agree whether he wanted to or not!
But the problem now was that Charlotte had no idea what novel would best suit Alfred Guillaume's requirements. A novel of poor quality definitely would not do, but even a well-written novel would not do if its plot was unreliable!
This was difficult!
Charlotte could not help muttering, "Why couldn't those damned web novel writers create more classic Western fantasy stories? It would make things easier for transmigrators to borrow from!"
"I really wish I could go back to Earth, kidnap a few popular web novel authors, and make them meet their deadlines with whips and candles..."
"If they don't write thirty thousand words a day, they only get nutrient injections and no food."
"They only get meat if they write more than fifty thousand words. Otherwise, it's just vegetables and coarse buns."
"If what they write pleases the Emperor, I might consider giving them a cup of coffee without sugar."
Well, that did sound a little cruel.
After thinking it over, Charlotte decided he probably could not do something so utterly inhumane.
He temporarily set the matter aside and went out to visit Duchess Brittany.
Well, he was still staying at Cold Spring Palace.
As an unrelated man, and with Brittany's household being so strictly disciplined, he could not stay at the Brittany ducal residence.
Fortunately, Nanny Karen was truly one of their own. Other than being unable to spend the night at the ducal residence,