In his previous life, Charlotte had never had much money to travel, nor had he seen just how luxurious Europe's famous palaces were. But when he stepped into Champagne Palace, his first thought was: Holy shit, this was all squeezed from the common people!
Charlotte believed that even the palaces of Europe on Earth could never compare to the luxury of Champagne Palace. After all, ancient Europe had no magic, Transcendence, or alchemy. It could not have built something this outrageous.
Alchemical Magic Lamps, which Charlotte had still been too reluctant to buy, hung throughout Champagne Palace, illuminating it as brightly as day. Back on the Earth he had come from, only certain special occasions would squander electricity so recklessly. In this medieval world, it was practically a miracle.
Countless extravagantly dressed nobles wandered through the palace. Even the most lavishly funded films could not recreate such extraordinary splendor. Every corner of Champagne Palace had servants and food; wherever there were people, someone stood waiting with fine wine for them to take. Countless beautiful young women in maid uniforms fluttered about like butterflies among flowers, serving every guest.
Charlotte took a deep breath and quietly asked Julian, "Is this how things are in Byron too?"
Julian replied softly, "How could that be possible?"
Charlotte relaxed slightly, his inexplicable tension easing.
Julian continued, "We Byronians are far more refined than the Ingrima People. Although our nations were founded around the same time, we bloodkin are not like these Ingrima People who have only been nobles for a few years."
Charlotte immediately found himself growing tense again.
Though he had never attended a similar aristocratic ball in the Empire of Fars, he guessed it could not have been any less extravagant than this.
Charlotte remembered that Anne had only ever taken him