The First Magic World War-Chapter 209 - 206. A Widowed Great Eldest Princess of the Royal Family

Charles had his meal and parted ways with Aurora, even declining her suggestion to go shopping. He felt uneasy without his weapons; normally, he carried at least the Blood Rose, and before he had the Blood Rose, he would carry the Vampiric Hand Axe and a Magnum Hand Shuttle.

Aurora said nothing but asked Charles to escort her back to the Foreign Minister’s residence.

After dropping her off, Charles hurried back to the embassy street. When he found Taoles and retrieved the Blood Rose and the Withing Rose, and stored them in the bloody vortex inside his left arm, he finally took a deep breath of relief—the sense of security returned.

He thought to himself, "It’s a pity the Anti-Space Sniper Rifle and the two Silver Rhinoceroses are at Machu Picchu, otherwise I’d feel even more secure."

Charles then retrieved two Knight’s Spears and a pair of Rapiers. As it was getting late, he returned to his room and practiced Bloody Glory for a while, planning to go to bed on time when he remembered the two documents.

In order not to affect his mood for the duel, and since the Augusladin High Priest had not returned, Charles had not touched the two documents. He did not open the one from the High Priest and took out his own document, broke the wax seal, and pulled out the official document.

It was a standard royal document, which, aside from commending his contribution to the alliance between the two countries, contained only one substantial statement, promoting Charles Mecklen to a 27th Rank third-level civil affairs director.

Although he was promoted by one level, Charles was still not within the untouchable class of 24th Rank or higher, nor was it as high as his position on the side of the Empire of Englima.

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But Charles knew that his experience in Englima was an extremely unusual case, after all, not everyone had the opportunity to be received by the Emperor and gain his favor.

He was very pleased and stored the important document.

The next day, the Augusladin High Priest, quite unusually, appeared at the embassy. These past few days, his whereabouts had been unknown. The High Priest looked fatigued, his legs weak, as if he had been doing some heavy "physical work".

Charles quickly handed the document over to the High Priest.

The Augusladin High Priest pulled out the document, looked at it for a while, and said indifferently, "Mister Charles Mecklen, your wonderful life in Englima is over."

"You are about to return to Strasbourg, and there will be a new appointment." Enjoy new chapters from novelbuddy

He generously handed the document to Charles, who glanced at it and indeed saw the message urging him to return home. It was not merely chatter from the High Priest. He was full of incomprehension and asked, "Why am I the only one returning?"

The Augusladin High Priest, with a smile on his face, said, "I don’t understand it myself why only you are to return. However, this is a good thing. I too miss Strasbourg, but for the Emperor, for Fars, I must continue to stay in Englima."

Charles, seeing that the High Priest looked very happy, couldn’t see how he missed Englima at all.

He actually felt a bit nostalgic for Strasbourg himself, mostly missing Anne. Although in Notruden, he had recently begun to make some friends, Julian was Byron and would eventually return to Byron. Aurora’s personal charm apparently couldn’t compare to Anne’s.

Taoles, Anatasiya, and Belisa would all go back with him, which went without saying.

After chatting with the High Priest for a while, Charles wrote a document and submitted an application for returning home to the Foreign Minister’s residence. As a diplomat, every action of his had to be proper to avoid causing displeasure between the two nations.

Soon, Charles received the official document from the Foreign Minister’s residence. Not only did they wish him a smooth journey, but they also designated a warship for him, allowing him to return to Fars on what could be proudly called an Englima warship—a rare honor indeed.

In the afternoon, the Imperial Palace sent someone over to summon him to the palace.

Amidst the envy of the other diplomats, Charles boarded the royal carriage. This time he carried no weapons, so after passing through numerous checkpoints and being frisked by the eunuchs, he met Emperor Alfred Guillaume once again.

His Majesty, the Red Dragon Emperor, was delighted to see Charles and kept him for a royal feast. The main dishes served were almost identical to those Aurora had offered the day before, only made more exquisitely—especially the pot of sticky vegetable mash decorated with a circle of fried fish heads, which seemed larger and had a more tragic look in their eyes than those served at Aurora’s meal.

At the table, Emperor Alfred Guillaume proudly said, "I’ve also dispatched an envoy group to go with you to Strasbourg."

"The special envoy of this mission is my aunt, a widowed Great Eldest Princess of the royal family. I specifically chose her for you; you must seize this opportunity well."

Charles could not help but swallow a mouthful of fish head. He truly did not understand the emperor’s logic—what with the aunt, widowhood, and Great Eldest Princess...

Each word was serious, but coming from the emperor, each carried a profound desecration.

Seeing Charles’s stunned expression, Emperor Alfred Guillaume thought he was overjoyed and eagerly said, "Besides the feast, I’ve also prepared a little appetizer for you. Ms. Aurora Soumay, an officer accompanying my aunt."

"How about that? I treat you well, don’t I?"

"You need to give it your all, Sir Charles Meklen."

Charles nodded repeatedly, though he truly did not know if he should ’give it his all.’

What severe consequences would come after he ’gave it his all’?

Emperor Alfred Guillaume prattled on, thoroughly informing Charles about his aunt’s various preferences. By the end of the dinner, Charles knew her liking for silk underwear produced in the New Continent.

He even knew intricate details such as the Great Eldest Princess’s dining tastes, favorite novels, and beloved poems.

Typically, only a personal maid or a chief steward would be privy to such detailed knowledge.

For Charles, this meal was as uncomfortable as sitting on pins and needles. He had not expected to receive such a unique mission from Emperor Alfred Guillaume, who, although had said nothing explicitly, hinted so clearly it was almost written on his face ’I want to be amused’.

Under such heavy pressure, Charles even felt the characteristic dishes of England weren’t too bad.

After dinner, under the guise of the emperor draping an arm around his shoulders, Charles was escorted out through two sets of palace gates. Every corridor they passed was filled with countless gazes fixated on Charles’s behind, as if he were a sycophant seducing a foreign emperor.

Charles felt as if he were being embraced by a real Red Dragon—a continuous tense apprehension encasing him, fearing that at any moment the emperor might turn hostile and literally eat him alive.

Only when he had left the Imperial Palace did he finally take a long, deep breath, feeling as if he had just escaped from some demon’s lair.