Little Trouble

"Hm?"

As she impatiently reviewed the tribute manifests submitted by the lower-ranking officers, the unexpectedly blank sheet of paper that entered Charlotte Nyakuru's view made her pause.

Narrowing her eyes, she could not help but look up.

Curly beard, round face with a double chin, potbelly, short and stubby build.

The grinning fellow across from her looked no different from any commonplace background uncle. The tiny flicker of curiosity Charlotte Nyakuru had felt vanished instantly.

Deeply disappointed, the Charlotte Family's twenty-fifth daughter lost interest.

"Let me see."

Picking up the relatively clean tribute manifest, Charlotte Nyakuru, who was responsible for inspecting the quantities of sweets offered from various regions, gave it a simple glance.

As her gaze swept over the recorded figures, her expression relaxed slightly.

"Not bad. You completed your quota well."

After finishing, Charlotte Nyakuru casually tossed aside the tribute manifest Lolo had handed over and spoke offhandedly.

"It is all for Mama."

Hearing that praise from the Charlotte Family member opposite him, Lolo hurriedly put on a smile and bowed respectfully, acting just like a genuine Charlotte Family lackey.

"Fine. Take your men into the warehouse. Don't try any tricks. You know the family rules better than I do."

Stamping the tribute manifest with a special seal, Charlotte Nyakuru waved at the somewhat greasy middle-aged man, signaling for the next person to step forward.

She was still very busy and had no time to waste on one person.

"Yes."

After honestly saluting Charlotte Nyakuru, Lolo took the stamped tribute manifest. Under the guidance of designated personnel, he made a circuit through the place before slowly leaving the enormous castle filled with cloying sweetness.

The first step was a success.

Relaxing slightly, he let out a breath and headed straight for a convoy outside the castle.

After discreetly