Chapter 413: Yes, Every Noble Girl Wants an Aunt Like This

Charlot was a transmigrator, a firm believer in the saying, “A lion hunting a rabbit must use its full strength.” Moreover, he would never allow Annie to be in danger. Thus, he poured everything he had into this endeavor: a formidable team of seven Saint ranks, including the Black Dragon, the Golden Ram Herolf, Choudrou, Viggo, former Royal Knight Commander Cresto, and two former vice commanders, Aspuros and Regulus.

In addition, Charlot deployed the West Wind Knight Order, all of whom were elite labyrinth guards. The group numbered at least a hundred, each possessing extraordinary abilities.

This extravagant lineup left Antonio, the newly appointed Earl of Bretagne and soon-to-be Crown Prince of the empire, deeply impressed.

The army departed from Strasbourg, marching at a brisk pace. Within a few hours, they had covered 20 to 30 kilometers.

Antonio, a bona fide Saint-ranked knight, had brought the elite forces of the Bretagne family. Such rapid marches were commonplace for them. Although Charlot was no professional military strategist, his countless battles and high-ranking extraordinary abilities had honed his skills. His labyrinth guards, toughened by their rigorous training, showed little concern for the grueling march.

Annie, traveling in the extraordinary coach known as the "Miss Pumpkin," fared far better than ordinary soldiers.

While the leading figures remained unfazed, others began to struggle.

The two Axel sisters, not possessing extraordinary abilities, had opted to ride horses to display their gallant spirit. Despite their father, Prince Redmir Axel, being a peak Saint rank and willing to invest in his daughters, talent remained an impartial force. It did not favor nobility, and the Axel sisters had yet to attain such heights.

Annie, however, had secretly advanced to the second rank as a Dreamwalker.

But after learning that her dear Charlot Mecklenburg had already reached a high extraordinary rank, Annie chose not to share this "joyous news."

Though the sisters were skilled in some martial techniques, they could not endure the rapid march for long. At first, they gritted their teeth and pressed on, but soon their strength faltered. Regret seeped in as they lamented not bringing a carriage. Finally, Sarah, the elder sister, said to her younger sibling, "If we keep this up, our legs will blister by nightfall. I’m going to ask Antonio for a carriage."

Renee, also at her limit, replied, "I’ll go with you."

The sisters spurred their horses to catch up with Antonio. Before they could speak, Charlot cut in, "Antonio, Prince Redmir’s lands have been invaded, and the young ladies are understandably anxious. Are you letting them urge you to march faster?"

Antonio flushed with embarrassment and replied, "Should I take some of your Saint ranks to launch a preemptive strike?"

Charlot nodded. "I can’t let you take everyone; Annie still needs protection."

"Take Choudrou, Viggo, Aspuros, and Regulus with you," Charlot instructed.

Antonio nodded and gave a loud command, "Choudrou, Viggo, Aspuros, Regulus, come with me!"

He leaped into the air, and the four Saint ranks followed Charlot’s discreet signal, leaving swiftly.

The Axel sisters, upon catching up, seethed with anger. Their fiery glares were directed squarely at Charlot, who seemed entirely unfazed.

Why, as a model son-in-law of the Bretagne family, would he need to curry favor with the Axel sisters?

Charlot shrugged, summoned Dark Luxury, and climbed aboard the vehicle.

If not for the sheer number of people present, he would have taken Miss Pumpkin instead.

Ultimately, Annie intervened, instructing the knights of the Bretagne family to arrange a military carriage for the two Axel sisters.

That evening, Charlot directed the army to set up camp.

The Bretagne family indeed had proper marching tents, though their structure differed vastly from those Charlot was accustomed to on Earth. He and Annie prepared a simple meal of roasted meat to tide them over.

Around them bustled a dozen servants, all professionals brought from the Bretagne estate, accompanying Miss Pumpkin.

The Axel sisters, starving after the grueling day, could no longer bear their hunger. They climbed out of the carriage and approached the tent.

Charlot greeted them warmly. "Young ladies, you must be hungry! I was just about to call for you."

Annie smiled knowingly. She understood Charlot too well.

Whenever Charlot forgot something and was called out for it, he would pretend not to notice the reprimand. Yet, he would immediately address the oversight, acting as though it had been intentional all along.

It reminded Annie of certain web novel authors who, when readers pointed out plot holes, would quietly "play dead," only to hastily resolve the issue in subsequent chapters, insisting it was a "foreshadowing." Yes, that was so very Charlot.

The Axel sisters, inexperienced in worldly matters, had never encountered someone like Charlot. Incensed yet unable to express their frustration, they sat silently.

Charlot, once the meat was ready, brought out some small flatbreads he had packed. He roasted them briefly, filled them with vegetables and roasted meat, and began eating. The bread tempered the greasiness, and the vegetables enhanced the texture, making the meal exceptionally satisfying.

After eating his fill, Charlot excused himself from the tent.

Even with Annie present, Charlot had no desire to linger with the Axel sisters.

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After Charlot left, the sisters felt a slight release of tension.

Unbeknownst to Charlot, he exuded a powerful aura. Years of battles, leadership, and command had instilled in him an imposing presence.

Sarah put down her fork and said wistfully, "Annie, do you know how many noble girls envy you?"

Annie dabbed her mouth with a napkin, smiled, and said, "I must thank my aunt for that."

"Without her, I wouldn’t have had my initial misunderstanding with Charlot Mecklenburg, which led to our meeting."

"I had only thought of him as an ordinary clerk, never imagining he would have such potential."

Reflecting on it, Annie felt deeply moved. When she first met Charlot, he had been a promising but ordinary assistant clerk who had just been promoted to chief clerk. His achievements were respectable but far from extraordinary.

She never anticipated his sudden rise to brilliance.

And every step of that transformation seemed as if it was for her…

Yes, it was all for her, Annie Bretagne.

Renee muttered softly, "I wish I had an aunt like yours."

Charlot’s tales often highlighted this particular "story." Of course, his version depicted a pure and flawless relationship between Charlot and Madame Sophie, while Yanmills was painted as the sole villain.

Sarah sighed. "Yes, every noble girl wants an aunt like that!"

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