The moment Nanny Karen left, Anne threw herself into Charlotte's arms. Tears fell like pearls as she murmured, "I'm a bad woman. I'm a selfish woman. I struggled for so long, but in the end... I still chose selfishness."
"Mr. Mecklen, I know this is terribly immoral, but I still want to ask: would you be willing to go to war for me?"
"I, Anne Brittany, swear upon my family's honor that if you cannot return, I shall never marry for the rest of my life!"
"Or... you may refuse me."
Charlotte patted Anne's delicate back and said softly, "But this is also what I have dreamed of. Please allow me not to refuse this request. You know as well as I do that this is the only chance a poor boy has to marry a Count's daughter."
Anne let out a soft laugh, but her eyes soon filled with sorrowful tears again.
Charlotte was not exactly a poor boy, but he was a merchant's son, with an unbridgeable gulf naturally separating him from the nobility. Unless he rose to prominence through his own abilities, no matter how much money he earned, he would never gain the Count's approval to marry his daughter.
Charlotte was not particularly afraid of going to war. He had Insight and the Blood Flame Transformation Technique; his ability to survive far surpassed that of ordinary Transcendents.
Besides, he truly needed an opportunity to rapidly improve his strength.
After all, the looming descent of the Evil God still weighed heavily on him.
That opportunity could only be found on the battlefield.
Anne walked out of Champs-Élysées Avenue Number 58, wiped away her tears, and boarded the carriage.
Once the carriage turned off Champs-Élysées Avenue, another carriage was waiting there. Nanny Karen stepped down with elegant poise