The First Wizarding World War
Chapter 68

Featherstep

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It had to be said, spending time with a beautiful girl, riding in a luxurious carriage, drinking coffee, and taking in the scenery along the Rosay River was exceptionally pleasant.

Back on Earth, Mr. Huang, an ordinary math teacher, had never enjoyed anything like this.

Modern humanity on Earth was far too competitive, and even then, it was hard to get ahead!

As Charlotte chatted with Anne, he still had the leisure to cultivate Bloody Glory. Perhaps this relaxed atmosphere gave him some special boost. As they passed the Lantern Tower, built in memory of the Old Man with the Lamp, the Bloody Vortex in his left leg suddenly trembled slightly, and a Bloody Rune quietly took shape...

Charlotte could not keep the joy from his face. Excellent. I've finally cultivated the rune for Agility Technique.

Charlotte only felt as though his entire body had become half as heavy, but with Anne before him, he could hardly leap around like a toad to test out his new ability.

He suppressed the urge in his heart and remained as calm as ever, accompanying Anne as they admired the scenery. Every now and then, they would get out of the carriage and browse a distinctive roadside shop.

If not for the threat of the evil god, the coming duel, and his grudge against the Fiery Steed Detective Agency, this kind of life would have been the favorite of any unambitious transmigrator.

Even the ambitions Charlotte had stirred up during his escape were worn down by one or two percent in such an atmosphere.

By the time he escorted Anne back to Gorgia University, where her carriage was still parked, and returned to Champs-Élysées Avenue Number 58, it was already evening.

Charlotte deliberately asked Madam Nancy whether she could live in.

Madam Nancy

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