The First Magic World War

Chapter 432: 399. Those who are late no longer have the right to dine at the table.

The Brittany Family cemetery, located in the Lucavaro District at the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny, was constructed during the Sherlock Dynasty and has lasted through six eras to date.

Last time Charles accompanied Anne here, this time he was with her again.

Only, last time it was to visit Anne’s aunt, this time they were sending off Nanny Brittany Axel!

Who would be the future Empress of Fars!

As long as her husband, McLaren Brittany, was crowned, she would certainly be named Empress of Fars.

Rarely changing his attire, Charles donned “formal wear,” a suit borrowed from Earl Brittany, selected by Anne from her father’s wardrobe because there was no time to tailor a new suit.

Thus, adorned on Charles’s suit was the crest of the Brittany Family.

The funeral was simple, attended by no more than fifty people.

Those who could attend this funeral were, apart from the Brittany Family’s close associates, at the very least counts, and it was here that Charles first met the famed Duke Robin, the imperial duke whose son married Princess Akso and whose grandson was Zimmerman, as well as Count Galanode, fresh from the Felanden Battlefield.

If nothing unexpected occurred, those who partook in this funeral would be the eminent lords of the new dynasty!

That Charles was counted among them was a miracle.

Anne was still so grief-stricken she could hardly stand on her own; if not for Charles’s support, she might not have managed to stand at all.

With a heavy heart, Charles silently prayed, “Swimming through the river of time, understanding all mysteries, master of the Extraordinary Path, sovereign of the Court of Destiny! How many joys of destiny do I now possess? Could you use them all on Miss Annie Brittany?”

A young boy’s voice leisurely answered, “Twenty-eight joys! Are you sure?”

Charles resolutely replied, “Certain!”

“I hope that Annie is forever favored by destiny, that her life is safe and smooth, forever free from disasters and troubles!”

The boy’s laughter rang out as he said, “Alright! You now owe me thirty-two joys of destiny.”

Charles was greatly alarmed and exclaimed, “Did I just make some extravagant wish?”

This time, no one responded, but the whispers of destiny in his hand continually emitted a sniggering sound, as if something delightful was happening to the Serpent of Destiny.

Charles merely hoped to see Annie a bit happier, but he could hardly imagine that twenty-eight joys of destiny would not suffice and he ended up owing the Serpent of Destiny thirty-two. Although Charles was still unclear about what the joys of destiny were, he gradually discerned that they must be exceedingly precious.

Charles quietly mused, “Sixty joys of destiny? Are they enough to promise becoming Divine Order?”

“At least making a promise to the Sacred Order shouldn’t be difficult?”

“Forget it, as long as it’s for Annie, no amount is too wasteful.”

It was only twelve years later that Charles truly understood what wish he had made at that moment, on that day.

What remarkable thing the Serpent of Destiny had agreed to.

By then, Charles deeply regreted why he hadn’t owed sixty more joys of destiny to make a wish for himself as well.

This is destiny, unpredictable.

This is the Serpent of Destiny, holding back for twelve years just to see his embarrassment!

The funeral was grand yet simple. After it ended, McLaren Brittany sent everyone away, including his children, wanting to spend more time alone with his wife.

Charles bid farewell to the high priest at the temple and then took Anne directly back to 221B Baker Street in the Val de Vaz district.

Being close to the Central Government Office, both Anne and Charles liked to gather here. Since acquiring this place, the two of them seldom met at Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58, as that would shorten the time the young couple could spend together and waste some of it on the travel.

Anne was still very sad, cried for a while, and then fell asleep in Charles’s arms.

Charles sat on the long sofa, holding his beloved girl in his arms, looking through the Magic Alchemy Crystal Glass window at the people coming and going on Baker Street, his heart filled with peace and tranquility.

His days had been exciting since he arrived, but days as relaxed as this had been few.

Now, all he could do was patiently wait. In three months, Earl McLaren Brittany would ascend to the throne and become Emperor Fars, and everything would stabilize.

There would still be wars, but they should pose no crisis.

At that moment, outside Strasbourg, there was an army.

The atmosphere in this army was bizarre, its commander had been in a terrible mood lately.

Sophia Garanord’s dinner table was a mess, all the cutlery met a tragic end.

When she heard that Charles had issued a declaration throughout the nation, denouncing Redmir as a usurper and mobilizing all forces to attack Strasbourg, Miss Rose, named after this city, had brought all her troops, even abandoning the Queen Bee, and rushed to Strasbourg to help.

But she arrived too late, after everything was already over.

Even her father, Count Garanord, had declared his support for McLaren Brittany to become the new ruler of the Empire.

Furious, Sophia Garanord clenched her teeth, and through gritted teeth, she spat out a sentence: “So you’re the only one who can throw plates?”

“Anne Brittany!”

“The Serpent of Destiny is too biased.”

“In what ways am I inferior to her? I just arrived late…”

“I, Sophia Garanord, am merely a step too late.”

“I didn’t lose, I won’t admit defeat.”

With that, Sophia Garanord kicked the table before her and shouted, “Back to the sea! That’s where our real battle lies.”

As Sophia Garanord led her subordinates in retreat, Tumishen couldn’t help but ask in the sky, “Are we still going to Strasbourg?”

Menilman said softly, “We should go back too.”

“The latecomers no longer deserve a spot at the table.”

By Menilman’s side were all her Sacred Order. She had received the intelligence earlier than Sophia Garanord, but encountered the fleet of the Black Phoenix Dynasty at sea; despite a fierce battle and a significant victory, she arrived even later than Miss Rose.

Before leaving, Menilman took one last look at Strasbourg. Suddenly, she began to recall that person; Charles Mecklen’s image seemed to overlap with that person. Both were so brazen, heedless of anything, yet one suddenly turned from a saint into a promiscuous prodigal, while the other transformed from a prodigal into a love legend.

If possible, Menilman suddenly very much wanted to switch places with Anne Brittany!

The Empire Rose, too, sometimes yearned to be held in someone’s hands.

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