Charlotte got dressed first. Though he was a civil servant, he was still the City Patrol Commander, so he had been issued several sets of uniforms. These past few days, he had alternated between casual clothes and uniforms. Madam Nancy had washed and starched several of his casual outfits yesterday, but they had not dried yet, so he wore his uniform today.
Earth's military uniforms emphasized practicality. The Empire of Fars' uniforms were divided into three grades: the uniforms of low-ranking soldiers were plain, focused on being cheap and durable; from the Thirty-Seventh Order upward, among those known as the lower tier of the aristocracy, uniforms emphasized appearance. The Empire of Fars even had a dedicated team of master fashion designers responsible for them. In terms of style alone, they were outrageously handsome.
From the Twenty-Fourth Order upward, among those known as the untouchable class, military uniforms were all supernatural sets. Every single piece could be called a "family heirloom."
Charlotte had not been much of a military enthusiast in his previous life, but after transmigrating to the Empire of Fars, he had grown quite fond of imperial uniforms.
Once he had changed into his uniform, Anne's eyes lit up. Charlotte usually wore casual clothes whenever he went to see her, so this was the first time she had seen his uniform "skin." Charlotte had already been exceptionally handsome, but in uniform, he looked even more valiant and imposing.
Anne was only briefly captivated by Charlotte's good looks before she could not help worrying again.
Charlotte first had Madam Nancy prepare coffee, then took Anne out onto the terrace. Rather than being comforted himself, the man about to duel reassured the young noblewoman and helped steady her nerves.
"Without Kreil and Abner, it isn't the end of the world."
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