Charlotte was very warm toward his brother and his brother's wife. In his memory, whenever Charlotte ran short of money and wanted to ask his brother for some, he would always put on this warmth.
Mycroft Mecklen was actually quite strict with his younger brother, but before setting out, he had heard that his brother was already a Level Two Thirty-Second Rank administrative officer, personally announced by Baron Filer. He was already considered a "big shot," so Mycroft could not help feeling somewhat restrained.
Though the couple had been brought to Mostarburg, they had never had the chance to meet a single noble. Charlotte was actually the highest-ranking Imperial official Mycroft Mecklen had ever seen in his life.
When he did business, he inevitably dealt with local officials. The officials who made him humble himself and tread carefully were probably no more than insignificant nobodies in his younger brother's eyes.
Winnie was the first to speak. "Charlotte, when your brother was brought to Mostarburg, he heard that you were actually leading troops into battle. He's been worried sick. I've been worried about you too. Have you suffered at all? Have you been hurt?"
Winnie had always treated Charlotte well as his sister-in-law. She had even introduced her own younger sister to him as a fiancée. She usually took especially good care of him, and while Charlotte was studying, Winnie had often given him spending money.
No matter what, this meant Charlotte had to show his sister-in-law some courtesy. He smiled gently and said, "I'm perfectly fine."
After fighting so many battles, he had indeed almost never been injured. He had not been hurt in duels, assassinations, or vicious street fights either. It was rather remarkable.
Charlotte considered for a moment, then asked, "Is there something you need?"
"There might still