Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End
chapter-234

In a carriage racing down the street, Charlotte Sorofya rested her chin on her arm as she glanced at the crowd outside. There was a slight furrow sitting atop her forehead, hinting at her irritated mood.

“… It has been three months since we last met,” she murmured to herself, voicing out her frustrations in this private space.

She was thinking about her lover and fiancé in name, Roel Ascart. After going through numerous dangerous situations a year ago, they eventually fell into love with one another. To her distress, however, the time they had with one another ended up being severely limited.

Three months had passed ever since Roel and Alicia journeyed to the Holy Capital during the New Year to reunite with Carter, but the princess of the Saint Mesit Theocracy, Nora, refused to allow him to leave. She forcefully retained him till the start of the academic semester, foiling Charlotte’s plan to share a ride with him to Brolne.

And that wasn’t all!

Tracing time back a little more, that woman used her birthday as an excuse to keep Roel in the Holy Capital for more than a month, which meant that she had stolen five months worth of honeymoon from them! Just the thought of it made Charlotte tremble in rage.

Ever since they parted at Rosa last year, Roel found himself busy with all sorts of work. He first spent two months traveling to the Karon Forest, and as soon as he returned, he dove right into discussing a plan with her to migrate an ancient treant over to the Ascart Fiefdom.

Worried that something might go awry, he chose to supervise the operation personally and travel alongside Kayde. Due to the massive size of the ancient treant, the entire operation ended up taking another three more months.

Following that, Roel, in his role as the proxy fief lord, began to settle down the members of the Strength Sect and Unyielding Sect in the fiefdom while reviewing the fiefdom’s laws relating to the heretics. Also, he had to follow up with the problems that had cropped up during the fiefdom’s massive economic growth and push forward solutions.

Basically, he was bogged down with endless work!

Seeing how busy her lover was, there was no way Charlotte could bear to watch him suffer on his own. Tapping into her influence in Rosa, she helped to resolve some of the economic problems faced by the Ascart Fiefdom, winning her great popularity from the civilians and officials. In just a short period of time, she managed to make her name out.

However, gains and losses came hand-in-hand. Charlotte’s devotion of her time and effort into the Ascart Fiefdom meant that she had even less time to spend with Roel.

Her pent-up feelings of affection left her incredibly suffocated, which, in turn, resulted in her sulkiness. Such had been her mood ever since she started setting off for Brolne.

The frustrated young lady looked out of the window to gazed upon Leinster’s streets. This was a place where she knew she would eventually have to head to from a young age. As a noble house which had risen to prominence in the recent few centuries, the Sorofyas placed great importance in assimilating into the upper society of the Sia Continent, and attending the Saint Freya Academy was one way to do so.

So, over the past century, the Sorofyas became the greatest sponsor of the Saint Freya Academy. Through its economic prowess and having its clan members attend and graduate from the academy, the Sorofyas successfully entered the inner circle of upper society, which laid down the foundation for them to massively expand their operations afterward.

They knew that it was important to maintain the connections they had built up so as to ensure continued business cooperation, so there was no way Charlotte, as the successor of the Sorofya House, was going to break this tradition.

Leinster tended to be incredibly crowded during springtime as youths from all over the Sia Continent traveled here in order to further their education. Carriages of young nobles from all countries were lined up outside the city gates, such that it took Charlotte a while before she was finally granted access. The first thing she noticed what she entered the city was the unusually huge number of youths all around her.

“Is this the City of Academies? It really is crowded here…”

Charlotte mumbled as she looked out of the window. She was just about to draw the windows in order to block off the prying gazes from the passers-by outside when she caught sight of a familiar figure.

It was a black-haired young man dressed elegantly, holding onto an ancient staff in his hand. This figure caused her to blank out for a moment before she hurriedly issued her order.

“Stop the carriage!”

…

As the carriage emblazoned with the insignia of the Sorofyas’ insignia stopped in the middle of the street, the gazes from the surrounding crowd also halted on it as well.

Paul’s compliments trailed into silence, and Roel also turned his head over in surprise. For a moment there, he felt his heart turning cold as goosebumps rose all over his body.

Why would it… I’ve already interrupted the encounter here, so why would the carriage still come to a halt here? Could it be that the original plotline of the game has some binding power in this world that prevents me from changing the events?

Or is this world not real at all?

Many pessimistic thoughts gloomed over Roel’s mind as the carriage door opened, and an auburn-haired young lady stepped out. Her presence induced gasps of amazement and excited murmurs from the surrounding crowd.

“Who is she?”

“It’s the first miss of the Sorofya House!”

“How gorgeous…”

Charlotte’s ravishing appearance and noble disposition immediately made her the center of attention in this crowded street. Everyone in the vicinity couldn’t help but pay heed to every single one of her movements. Yet, the person in question didn’t seem bothered at all, for her gaze was only directed in a single direction.

“She’s looking in our direction!” exclaimed Paul in a mixture of surprise and excitement.

Before Roel could say a word at all, the auburn-haired young woman vanished with a gunshot, only to suddenly appear right behind him.

“Darling!”

Charlotte cried out in agitation as she hugged Roel tightly. This intimate gesture sent a wave of shocked gasps through the crowd. At the same time, Roel’s mind stalled to a halt, and Paul widened his eyes in utter bewilderment.

Ah, the carriage was stopped due to me?

The realization of the truth made Roel heave a deep sigh of relief, dispelling the ominous feeling glooming over his heart. Meanwhile, Charlotte rested her head against his shoulders as she continued speaking.

“We’ve finally met after three long months. It’s fortunate that I’ve been keeping a lookout on the streets…”

“Charlotte, let’s not do this here. There are too many people around.”

“… Yes, you’re right. There are too many people around.”

Charlotte raised her head in response to Roel’s words before directing a sharp gaze at the female students in the vicinity. She keenly picked up on their awful complexion and instinctively understood their thoughts, which immediately heightened her wariness.

This really is a dangerous city.

With such thoughts in mind, Charlotte released Roel from her embrace before reaching out to grab his hand instead. Then, she turned to Paul and asked doubtfully.

“He is…?”

“He’s our classmate. He got lost along the way.”

“I see.”

Charlotte revealed a smile upon hearing Roel’s explanation. She elegantly raised her skirt a little and curtsied to the dazed Paul, speaking amicably.

“I’m Roel’s fiancée, Charlotte Sorofya. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”