The First Magic World War-Chapter 662 - 627, now is not the season for making yellow robes

Chapter 662: 627, now is not the season for making yellow robes Chapter 662: 627, now is not the season for making yellow robes As a Duke of the Fars Empire, the most powerful man in the Empire, Charles returned to Strasbourg, no longer obscure but instead, the entire city was shaken.

Even some came out to watch, this rising political star of the Empire who shone brightly like a meteor in recent years.

Charles couldn’t go to see Anne right away, but instead had to first pay a visit to the old Emperor at the Imperial Palace.

Charles and Antonio rode side by side through the streets of Strasbourg, which, although was an ordinary affair for the two of them, signaled something very delicate for the entire Empire.

It represented the public support of Duke Charles Mecklen, who held the military power and owned the largest territory of the Empire, for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

This was a symbol of the Empire’s political stability.

In recent years, after enduring too many wars, the people of Fars no longer wished for any more warfare, only hoping to live their lives in peace, and with the Empire’s political power stable, and the old Emperor and the Crown Prince gaining the support of the Empire’s strongest noble, it was excellent news for every citizen of Strasbourg.

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When Charles and Antonio passed through the First Avenue, even among the onlooking civilians, cheers spontaneously broke out, which then triggered countless others: Glory to the Empire, long live the Crown Prince, long live Duke Mecklen!

Charles was startled by this and luckily, the phrase “long live” wasn’t originally from the Old Continent; it was “invented” in his novel, well, certainly not solely by him, therefore there was no risk of overstepping, but it still gave him a slight shiver.

Charles whispered, “Why are they shouting ‘long live’?

Is someone behind this?”

Antonio burst into laughter and said, “Why are you so sensitive?”

Charles thought to himself: “I’m from Earth, being cheered with ‘long live’ in front of the Imperial Palace, you are McClain’s own son and bear the Brittany name, while I come from commoner roots with the name Mecklen, how could I not be sensitive?

Now’s not the season to play the role of an Emperor.”

Despite Charles Mecklen’s frustration, he couldn’t make those people shut up, as that would have made things even more conspicuous.

Charles thought to himself, “I’ll just copy some novels back home, have the Red Dragon Emperor travel through various fantasy realms, to the realms of giants, of diminutive creatures, to Alice’s dreamscape, the wardrobe kingdom of Narnia…”

The group quickly entered the Imperial Palace, not even having to wait; Antonio, unlike ordinary Crown Princes, had followed the old Emperor in military campaigns, participated in rebellion alongside him and was of the Peak Holy Order himself; in terms of actual power, he was probably the most powerful Crown Prince in the history of the Fars Empire, bringing Charles directly into the Imperial Palace without any formalities, a simple matter indeed.

It had been some time since Charles had last seen the old Emperor and although he wasn’t as nervous as he’d been the first time he met his father-in-law, there was still an indescribable uneasiness.

Following protocol, he and Antonio both performed the Empire’s rites to the old Emperor, only to hear Princess Akso say indifferently, “Have you seen him?”

Even though Princess Akso didn’t mention the name of the person, Charles knew that Her Royal Highness, the future first Empress of the Brittany Dynasty, was undoubtedly inquiring about Zimmerman, as that was her biological son.

Charles replied softly, “I have.”

Princess Akso asked with some sadness, “How is he?”

Charles Mecklen was silent for a moment before responding, “He is but one step away from becoming a god.”

Princess Akso said somewhat mournfully, “Throughout history, so many have tried to ascend to godhood, but they all failed.

I just can’t understand what’s so good about becoming an Evil God.”

“Those Evil Gods are not themselves anymore.”

Although Princess Akso was complaining, Charles could hear that she still deeply cared for her son, but Charles had nothing comforting to say; how could he possibly say that Zimmerman had a high probability of becoming a True God while retaining his original will and memories?

In fact, he wasn’t clear on how Zimmerman was faring.

However, as his understanding of the Divine level deepened, Charles began to doubt whether Zimmerman was truly on the right path.

Zimmerman’s behavior had never been quite normal, although he had used some unprecedented and wonderful techniques.

Still, there was no certainty that he would definitely become a True God.

Honestly, Charles had always felt that the nine True Gods weren’t particularly normal either.

Well, Charles was currently at the 23rd Rank, but his exploration of the Divine level was deeper than anyone else’s, given that he now mastered three authorities: the Labyrinth, Filth, and Decay!

As long as he advanced to the 24th Rank, Charles would be able to set foot on the Divine level.

Although he wasn’t without the possibility of failure, his chances were far greater than others’.

After a good while, the old Emperor’s voice finally rose, saying, “Don’t be too saddened.

After all, Zimmerman is an adult and knows what he is doing.”

There was no further response from Princess Akso.

McClain Brittany’s authoritative voice rang out again, saying, “Charles Mecklen!

After my wedding with Akso, it will be your and Anne’s turn.

I will keep my promise and give my daughter to you in marriage, hoping you will protect her for a lifetime, let her…”

“Forget it!”

“I believe you will do well in everything.”

The old Emperor felt quite helpless because he really didn’t know what to say.

This damn Charles Mecklen had done so much for his Anne.

Even the most demanding father couldn’t ask for anything more.

The Emperor said indifferently, “Go now!”

He had nothing to bestow upon Charles.

Charles took a deep breath and performed an imperial salute.

He had just left the palace when he heard a soft voice calling, “This way!”

He turned his head abruptly and saw the girl he had longed for day and night.

Anne Brittany!

The Imperial Princess was dressed in hunting attire, a high-topped, wide-brimmed hat in hand, waving at him with joy on her face.

The sight of Charles filled Anne with happiness that seemed to spread slowly from her heart and even wanted to diffuse throughout the entire city of Strasbourg.

Charles quickly walked over, without a word, and scooped Anne up into his arms.

At that moment, even if the old Emperor was nearby, nothing could stop him, even in the Imperial Palace, even if it was a slight breach of etiquette.

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What did it matter?

Antonio came along as well and, seeing this scene, simply smiled silently and said, “Everyone, close your eyes.”

Charles kissed her deeply, unabashedly savoring the girl’s lips, until he heard a light laugh near his ear.

Only then did he release the girl from his embrace, his gaze cautiously shifting toward the distance.

He saw two people; one was his mentor, Juno, and the other made his skin crawl.

A middle-aged man carrying a suitcase!