The First Magic World War

Chapter 406: 378, is she the mother of Zimmerman Axel Robin?

The Black Dragon shook his head, suddenly feeling it a bit absurd that he, a beastman, was recounting the royal secrets of Fars to a person from Fars.

The old lizardman coughed lightly and said, “Originally, Princess Akso favored Count Galanode, but Julius Axler VI wished for the Princess to marry his friend, his childhood playmate the son of Duke Robin, Felix Robin!”

Charles showed an incredulous look and asked in a low voice, “She is the mother of Zimmerman Axel Robin?”

The Black Dragon nodded gracefully and said, “Indeed, the Princess eventually married Felix Robin, the son of Duke Robin, who is also the mother of Zimmerman Axel Robin!”

“Although Felix Robin wasn’t among the Three Heroes of the Empire back then, he was still a rare talent. However, nobody expected that they would have such an indescribable son.”

Even the old lizardman couldn’t help but feel a heavy pressure when bringing up Zimmerman Axel Robin. At that time, Zimmerman had swept across the Old Continent and ruled the Seven Seas, his reputation was illustrious; even the various beastman tribes held him in high regard. Although the Black Dragon knew that Zimmerman had “died,” he still felt greatly pressured when mentioning this name.

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Golden Ram Herolf spoke with a rather unsightly expression, “I didn’t know the Princess was in our ranks. Otherwise, even in death, I wouldn’t have dared to lift a hand against her.”

Charles countered, “Did I not mention this matter?”

The Black Dragon and Qiudelo shook their heads together; Charles thought for a moment and then said to himself, “I didn’t expect Her Royal Highness the Princess to be so fierce!”

“Not only was she one of the Three Heroes of the Empire back in the day, but her son is such a… prominent figure as Zimmerman!”

Charles truly didn’t know how to describe his feelings at the moment, although he thought that this second princess might be somewhat remarkable, he hadn’t expected her to be this extraordinary!

Charles sighed and said, “The next time I have something to deal with, I’ll be sure to discuss it with everyone first, so as not to miss any important information.”

The Black Dragon smiled faintly and said, “It’s fortunate that Her Royal Highness the Princess showed mercy with her hand.”

After pondering for a while, Charles asked, “How did Felix Robin die?”

The Black Dragon answered, “No one knows, but the official announcement was that he committed suicide.”

Charles shook his head; whether the man committed suicide or not wasn’t important anymore. To have fathered such a son, what difference did it make between suicide and being infuriated to death?

As Charles was casually chatting with his three Sacred Order subordinates, he heard someone outside the carriage call out in an unhurried tone, “Sir Charles Mecklenburg, Her Royal Highness the Princess wishes to see you.”

Charles was a bit surprised, but still instructed his three subordinates to stay put, then he stepped out of the carriage on his own. He met a man with a sinister-soft appearance and quickly said with respect, “I am Charles, and I’ll follow your lead to see the Princess.”

In the royal families of the Old Continent, there were eunuchs, but only in small numbers.

Just as in Europe, there were such figures in Mesopotamia, ancient Egypt, Rome, and Persia, but they barely left any trace in history and were little known.

This man with a sinister-soft appearance could be identified by his attire as a high-ranking eunuch from Princess Akso’s entourage. Charles did not wish to offend such people, so his attitude was particularly polite.

The man with a sinister-soft appearance gave a faint smile, said nothing, and simply led the way.

Charles followed him and they quickly arrived at the central caravan; Princess Akso’s entourage was clearly more extravagant than Anne’s, with as many as five carriages for Her Royal Highness the Princess alone, each serving different functions. Now, Her Royal Highness the Princess was sitting upright in one of the carriages.

The design of this carriage was truly ingenious, with side compartments that could fully open, revealing nothing but a wide chair inside, perfectly suited for receiving officials.

Charles had intended to find a quiet corner, but to his surprise, the eunuch leading the way shouted loudly, “Sir Charles Mecklen has arrived!”

Charles had no choice but to step forward and say, “Commander of the Patrolling Army of Lucavaro District, Westwind Knights’ Commander, Head of the Lucavaro District Administration Bureau, Special Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary for War Affairs of the Fars Empire to the Inglima Empire, Temporary Civil Officer of Mostar Fort, Byberi City, Seagull City, Silver Pigeon Fort, and Ode Mountain City, Civil Officer of the South Serif Region, Arcadia Port, Sedona City, Solvan City, Camel Town, and Interlaken City, Full Diplomatic Consul stationed in Saint Michael City and Cappadocia City, Commander of the South Serif Warzone, Civil Officer for eleven cities in the Red Dragon Strait and Commander of the Red Dragon Sea Warzone, Level 23 Second-Class Participant in State Politics, Sir Charles Mecklen! I have come before Her Royal Highness Princess Akso Axel.”

This was the necessary etiquette for an audience with a member of the Royal Family. After the long-winded introduction that left Charles parched and exasperated, he felt a bit annoyed by the cumbersome formalities – it had been a long time since he had flaunted his lengthy political titles, as there was no longer any need.

Princess Akso gestured slightly with her hand, and Charles had no choice but to brace himself and walk over, bowing low once again.

The princess was exceptionally beautiful, showing no trace of age on her face, resembling a young woman in her late twenties, still brimming with youth and possessing the grace of a mature woman.

She looked at Charles and said indifferently, “Are you the Charles who always proclaims himself as Menilman’s junior?”

Charles’s heart trembled slightly, thinking to himself: “Anne is here too!”

“What does the princess want to do?”

“Right, of course! Her son almost married Menilman’s senior sister.”

Charles bowed his head slightly and said with the most sincere tone, “I truly am a graduate of Sheffield University!”

His ambiguous answer clearly did not please the princess. Princess Akso said blandly, “I heard that you also gifted Menilman a Magical Alchemy Warship?”

Charles was genuinely worried that if Anne burst into tears with a “wow,” he would truly not know what to do.

He marshaled all his wits and replied with respectful assertiveness, “I have never owned a Magical Alchemy Warship.”

Princess Akso fell into a brief silence, then after a moment, let out a light laugh and counter-asked, “If you were to marry, whom would you choose between Menilman and Anne?”

This time, Charles knew how to respond. With a slight smile, he said, “I apologize, Your Royal Highness, but I have never had such a choice.”

“Whether it’s a fate manipulated by the Serpent of Destiny, a future guided by Lady Black Moon, or happiness bestowed by The Lord of Radiance!”

“Whether deep within my heart or in all that can be described with words, there has always been only one girl that I have admired wholeheartedly, and that is Anne Brittany!”

“Even though you are Her Royal Highness, I find such a choice insulting.”

“I have never compared anything or anyone to Anne.”

“To me, she is an incomparable girl.”

“Faced with the only one in my life.”

“I have no choice.”

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