Charlotte pushed open the carriage door, hooked his hand over the upper edge, and flipped onto the roof.
Eagle Eye activated, allowing him to swiftly locate his target in the crowd: a pale-faced young man.
When the young man saw that Charlotte had spotted him, panic crossed his face. He turned and ran toward an alley.
Charlotte said calmly, "Herolf, go! Take him alive."
Old Goat drifted up from another nearby carriage. In mere moments, he had carried the pale-faced young man over.
The pale-faced young man stared in horror and cried, "How can you have a Saint Rank helping you?"
The diary in Charlotte's arms grew slightly warm, and Whispers of Destiny on his hand gave a soft chime. Greatly surprised, he asked, "Why were you following me?"
The pale-faced young man gritted his teeth, clearly intending to say nothing.
Charlotte knew no spells for searching memories, nor could he be bothered to investigate the other man's secrets. He said to Old Goat, "Kill him."
As a Count with real power in the Empire, Charlotte naturally had no reservations about people who threatened him. If he could kill them, he would.
The young man's face filled with terror. "You dare kill someone in the street?"
Charlotte had no interest in answering. Killing someone in the street was a trivial matter. What would Count Mecklen dare not do? He had even killed a false king in the imperial palace.
Old Goat casually tightened his grip, about to snap the young man's neck. At last, the young man became truly afraid and shouted, "Don't kill me! Like you, I'm an Evil God Candidate!"
Charlotte was slightly surprised. He waved a hand to stop Old Goat and said, "Take him away!"
Summoning evil gods was not something that could be overheard. Charlotte