The First Magic World War-Chapter 212 - 209, The whole room was filled with Charles’s hoarse and strained voice.

Great Eldest Princess May Guillaume raised her voice slightly and said, "Have you also read some classic novels? Then please describe which authors’ books you have read?"

She casually mentioned a few authors, leaving Charles at a loss for words. Of course, he knew nothing; what kind of interest could a ghost have in the novels of this era?

Great Eldest Princess May Guillaume sneered and said, "I knew you were just bluffing. You know nothing about literature and haven’t read any classics. Today, I will teach you, a deceitful little minister, a lesson on behalf of all the literati."

Charles was truly losing his mind. His thoughts were racing chaotically as he tried his utmost to invoke Insight to "see" the book inside Princess May’s room.

It was a knight novel, a genre that had long fallen out of favor on Earth, with only Don Quixote—a satire on knight novels—being celebrated as a great classic of world literature.

Charles had never read Western knight novels, but with just a glance through this Old Continent’s knight novel using Insight, he was sure that even the worst knight novels on Earth couldn’t be as poor as this one.

He rummaged through all the web novels he had read in his life, discarding those with backgrounds too different from the Old Continent, and found, to his dismay, very few fantasy classics.

While he cursed those web novel authors for not writing more fantasy, from the few classic web fantasy novels he had, he picked one—after discarding the overtly male-oriented titles—that was slightly more female-oriented and called out loudly, "Once upon a time, there was a Grey Fort Kingdom, with a fourth prince named Roland..."

Princess May was actually quite annoyed. Charles becoming her neighbor was abnormal, as was being chosen by the Emperor’s nephew for a mission to Fars, and seeing Charles again on board the great leviathan vessel only confirmed her suspicions about the dirty schemes of the Emperor’s nephew.

At first, she was indifferent while Charles recited, but when she heard about the fourth prince Roland saving the witch Anna who was about to be executed, her eyes suddenly lit up with excitement for a story the likes of which she had never encountered before.

She retracted the palm she had pushed forward, reducing her force by seventy to eighty percent, and pushed Charles into the room, stepping in after him and closing the door behind her.

The room was filled only with Charles’s voice, hoarse and exerted...

Yes, he was reciting a novel.

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After half an hour of recitation, having gone through only about five or six chapters, Charles was nearly dehydrated, even more exhausted than after dueling with Retainer Lamarlock for several hours.

Princess May was sitting cross-legged on her bed, listening patiently to the story he told.

Finally, Charles felt that the threat to his life was gradually dissipating. He poured himself a glass of water, drank it down in large gulps, and then with a light cough, he changed to a less strained and more engaging tone to continue reciting the novel for the Great Princess.

As Princess May listened, she grabbed a pillow, leaned back lazily on it, and became increasingly enchanted by the story.

Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded, and Aurora’s voice said, "James Cook is inviting us to dine in the Captain’s Cabin."

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Just as Charles was about to agree and get up to open the door, Princess May suddenly soared up, covered his mouth, and with a slender finger traced lines in the air. Pink Fighting Spirit converged into a line of Inglima text: "Don’t tell them I’ve been here?"

Charles thought to himself, "After all the commotion we just caused, they must already know; why bother pretending otherwise?"

The Great Eldest Princess traced another line of text: "I sealed the sound with my Fighting Spirit."

Charles was quite surprised, thinking to himself, "There’s such a technique?"

The Great Princess May released her grip, and with a swirl of her black cloak, she vanished within the room, leaving Charles with no idea how she had left.

He stood up to open the door and saw Aurora in a long dress, looking very much like a noble young lady, which was completely different from her usual hunting attire. He chuckled and said, "I was just practicing."

Aurora seemed a tad surprised and said, "Why explain it to me? I wasn’t going to check your room."

Charles did feel a bit guilty and glanced back at his room, which led Aurora to peek inside as well. Charles was relieved to find the room empty, but Aurora couldn’t help but change color and asked, "Why is your room better than mine?"

Charles was baffled. He hadn’t expected Aurora to care about such a thing.

James Cook had reserved the two finest guest rooms on board for Charles and Great Princess May Guillaume, which naturally meant that Aurora had to be given a slightly inferior room. Aurora, fuming, said, "I’m going to ask James Cook for an explanation. I am a Nineteenth-Equivalent after all."

Charles spread his hands, thinking, "Thank goodness she didn’t find the widowed Great Princess hiding in my room."

As for the room matter? After all, it was a trivial issue! He believed that James Cook could handle it. In the unlikely event that Cook couldn’t, he would simply swap rooms with Aurora. He could accept that, given that his rank was lower than Aurora’s.

He glanced at the princess’s room, where Aurora stated, "Her Royal Highness the Princess does not want us to disturb her, and she won’t join us for meals, either."

The two of them made their way to the Captain’s Cabin, where the previously sullen Aurora became demure and didn’t bring up the issue of the rooms. She behaved like a proper noble young lady, elegant and gracious, with a charm that was admirable.

James Cook, on the other hand, was quite talkative. He had been cautious and reserved on their previous encounter because he wasn’t familiar with Charles, unlike how he was with Francis Drake. But now he had come to know Charles as a person of fine character and great potential, who had also won the favor of Emperor Alfred Guillaume, so Cook’s attitude had changed.

During the meal, it was only James Cook and Charles who talked, while Aurora remained silent.

Charles was quite interested in the Magical Alchemy Warship and inquired about various aspects of the warship. James Cook was willing to explain most of it, although a few matters were designated as military secrets and could not be elaborated upon.

The meal ended with both host and guest in good spirits. Afterwards, James Cook offered them coffee before excusing himself to tend to the warship’s operations.

Charles wanted to take a walk on the deck and was about to ask Aurora to join him when he heard a faint voice say, "Dinner is over, come to my room now."

Helpless, Charles could only bid Aurora goodbye, saying he needed to return to his practice.

Aurora left without a word, drifting away.

Charles returned to his room and stood at the door, looking at the one opposite. Just as he was wondering whether he should really go over, Princess May’s door opened, and he was pulled in by an unseen force.

As the door closed behind him, Charles saw Princess May sitting on her bed with a pillow in her arms, a pot of brewed tea by her side, clearly prepared in advance.

He had no choice but to continue reading novels to the Great Princess. However, as the story progressed to sections involving chemistry, cursed be the Old Continent with no chemistry, he was forced to make things up on the spot...

As night fell, Charles finally managed to excuse himself. Back in his room, he took a long breath and muttered to himself, "Thank the author! If I ever make it back to Earth, I’ll have to treat her to a meal to show my gratitude."

"...Actually, I wouldn’t mind if she treated me."