Hughes sighed and said, "I've never dated a girl."
He had spent his entire life preparing for South Seraph's restoration, devoting nearly all his time to training. Otherwise, he could not have become a High-Order Knight at such a young age.
Where would he have found the time to date girls?
Charlotte did not dare continue that topic. Charlot Mecklenburg had dated women countless times, and even after crossing over, his dates with Anne could be called "frequent." He was afraid of provoking Hughes.
Charlotte took another huge gulp of ale and said in a low voice, "You've killed so many people. Don't you feel it's cruel?"
Hughes gave a cold laugh and said, "Do you know how many South Seraph people died because of the Behemoth People's betrayal?"
"Forty percent!"
"A full forty percent!"
"As horribly as the South Seraph people died back then, that is how dearly we will make the Behemoth People pay. We are enemies until one side dies. If I had the choice, I would slaughter every last Behemoth Person."
Charlotte sighed and said nothing more. Back in university, he had read some historical records. The founding of Fars had been built atop countless corpses, stirring up a sea of blood and slaughter. Countless souls and bones had forged the crown of the Empire of Fars.
Charlotte was only a transmigrator. He had no desire to offer an opinion on something so complicated.
Was it right for the Behemoth People to betray the South Seraph people?
Of course not.
Was it right for the South Seraph people to restore their nation and destroy the Duchy of Behemoth?
There could only be debate over that matter, never an answer!
If he had a choice, Charlotte would not want this world to have war.
Unfortunately, he had