Chapter 430: Writing Less Than Ten Thousand Words a Day is a Crime

Charlot Mecklenburg had assigned Golden Ram Herolf a task and finally found a quiet spot for himself to relax.

At any other banquet, Charlot would have left early, slipping away unnoticed. But tonight’s soirée was different, and with Annie present, leaving was out of the question.

After a brief moment of leisure, Charlot prepared to return to the banquet, only to spot a figure cloaked in black! His heart skipped a beat—he hadn’t seen this black robe for a long time.

Wasn’t the owner of this cloak supposed to be in the Ingrima Empire?

Why was she here?

Princess May Guillaume walked toward Charlot without any attempt to conceal herself and asked, “Surprised to see me?”

Charlot nodded vigorously. Surprised didn’t even begin to cover it.

Princess May said coolly, “I am here as a diplomatic envoy to congratulate His Majesty of the Bretagne Kingdom on his ascension.”

It was only then that Charlot remembered that aside from the Black Phoenix Dynasty, envoys from all thirty-one nations of the Old Continent had come to offer congratulations. He had even chatted with several of them, as he played a significant role in the banquet. But it never crossed his mind that the Ingrima Empire would send Princess May as their envoy.

Charlot’s mind scrambled. He had no idea how to handle this situation.

Princess May didn’t seem to have figured it out either. After a long silence, she finally murmured, “Have you been neglecting your manuscript lately?”

Charlot nodded again. It was true—he had been slacking, and even Annie had become less diligent.

It couldn’t be helped. Annie had just returned from an envoy mission to the Lionheart Empire and had accompanied him on a campaign against Duke Rembrandt Mossred. The young lady of Bretagne... no, Princess of Bretagne, had been extremely busy herself.

It seemed like Princess May had a lot to say, but she finally summed it up with one sentence:

“It’s wrong not to take your manuscript seriously!”

“There are countless readers eagerly waiting. Writing less than ten thousand words a day is a crime. Writing thirty thousand words a day—that’s diligence!”

“If the clerks of the Fars Empire aren’t efficient enough, I can send a team over from the Ingrima Empire.”

Charlot was about to refuse, but he caught a flicker of concern in Princess May’s eyes. His words of refusal got stuck in his throat.

Princess May brushed past him, then turned her head slightly and whispered in his ear, “Originally, I didn’t want your Queen Bee. But now that Sophia Gallanord has used it to make a name for herself across the Seven Seas, I’m annoyed. After the great battle, I will reclaim the Queen Bee and dock it at 699 Seventais River, where it belongs.”

“I want the entire world to know that it’s Princess May Guillaume’s ship!”

With those words, Princess May strode off, leaving Charlot wiping sweat from his brow.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated by this Grand Princess of the Ingrima Empire. Her noble status aside, her Saint-rank prowess was enough to make him feel like he could be overpowered at any moment during their private interactions.

No, wait! That was wrong!

Bah! It would never be domestic violence.

It took Charlot a long time to catch his breath. Just as he was about to compose himself and rejoin the banquet, he saw Annie walking toward him with a bright smile.

Seeing Annie immediately lightened Charlot’s mood. He asked, “Respected Princess Annie Bretagne, why have you left the center of the banquet?”

Annie covered her mouth and whispered, “I’m here to catch a heinous fugitive named Charlot Mecklenburg. Have you seen him?”

Charlot smiled faintly and replied, “I haven’t seen him. But when I looked in the mirror earlier, I saw a face full of admiration for the princess. Would you like me to show you that mirror?”

Annie chuckled softly and raised her hand, gesturing for Charlot to take it. She whispered, “Shall we dance?”

Charlot bowed slightly. Although he had never danced after transmigrating into this world, he believed his Transcendent-level physique and the dancing techniques he had learned at the National Academy and University would serve him well.

The two began to dance gracefully outside the banquet hall.

Before long, a court orchestra discreetly assembled to accompany them.

Soon, dozens of nobles gathered around, making the scene lively and festive.

Some people, no matter how far they were from the center of the banquet, would always draw others’ attention and become the focal point again.

By now, no one dared to ignore Charlot Mecklenburg or Annie Bretagne. They were the brightest young stars of the Fars Empire and the new Bretagne dynasty.

Even Crown Prince Antonio couldn’t overshadow them.

Antonio himself eventually stepped out of the banquet hall, flanked by ten Bretagne knights and dozens of noble youths. As the rightful heir to the Bretagne dynasty and the almost-certain next emperor, many scrambled to ingratiate themselves with him.

Even without his status, Antonio was undoubtedly the empire’s finest young talent.

Yes, unrivaled.

If not for Charlot and Annie’s almost fairy-tale story, no one in the Fars Empire could have rivaled Antonio’s brilliance.

Watching his sister dance with Charlot, Antonio felt a pang of nostalgia. He recalled how Annie used to dislike banquets and dancing. In fact, in every banquet he could remember, Annie had refused to dance with anyone. He had assumed she disliked such noble activities.

Now, seeing her so joyful while dancing with Charlot, he finally understood. Annie didn’t dislike dancing—she simply didn’t want to dance with anyone but Charlot.

When the music ended, the applause was thunderous.

Charlot smiled faintly, holding the hand of the empire’s First Princess as they walked up to Crown Prince Antonio. He said softly, “Annie is a bit tired. May I escort the princess back to rest?”

Antonio nodded slightly. “I’ll leave her in your care, Count Mecklenburg.”

Charlot took Annie away in a grand manner.

If any historian were to record this moment, they would undoubtedly label Charlot Mecklenburg with one word—overbearing!

What does it mean to be overbearing?

This is what it means.

Of course, Charlot didn’t actually escort Annie back. They snuck out of the palace and headed to 221B Baker Street.

Annie thoughtfully instructed her attendants to prepare snacks, fruits, tea, wine, and champagne.

Today was a happy day, and Annie Bretagne wanted to celebrate privately with her Charlot Mecklenburg.

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