The First Magic World War

"Ensuring the safe entry of Archduke Ferdinand into Strasbourg is my objective for this trip; let the vampire go for now, there will be other chances to kill him."

Charles nodded and followed the "senior sister sovereign."

Honestly, upon seeing Menilman, his emotions relaxed a lot, and he really wanted to ask, "Senior sister, how have you been."

But Menilman was already engaged in combat with the assassins, and he could only put away his antispace sniper rifle, picking up his magic alchemy wand to join the fight.

His swordsmanship was not refined; his staff techniques followed the same line as his swordsmanship and were also not refined. Joining the fight was merely for show; the real combat power still lay with Menierman Sumei, the Empire's First Rose.

Menilman, a high-level Transcendent, finished the fight in mere minutes and stood by Archduke Ferdinand's side, silently waiting. However, she was at a loss for words on how to persuade him.

The love story of Duke Ferdinand Couple spread throughout the Old Continent. Although Menilman, ever since her fiancé became a pervert, no longer believed in love, she still held great respect for this couple who shared life and death.

Charles walked up to Menilman's side, observed her for a while, and spoke in a low voice, "Respected Duke, the ground is too cold. We cannot let the Duchess lie down like this."

Archduke Ferdinand, who was not swayed by anyone, reacted to these words. He placed his hand on his chest and spoke softly, "You're right, the ground is too cold. Help me carry Josephine onto the carriage."

The guards clumsily lifted the Duchess onto the carriage, and Archduke Ferdinand held his wife's hand, motionless and silent, just quietly shedding tears.

Menilman gave Charles an approving gesture and directed the people to leave the hollow, heading straight for Strasbourg. They hadn't gone far when reinforcement troops kept arriving, with several teams from the Patrolling Army setting out.

On the way, Charles finally found an opportunity to approach Menilman and asked, "Senior sister, which department have you been assigned to now?"

Menilman glanced at him and said, "I know all about your performance this time."

This lady's non-answer put Charles's mind even more at ease.

Gazing into the distance, Menilman said, "You have two options: one is that I will have you transferred out of Kilmainham Prison and arrange a position for you to continue in a clerical capacity. The other option is to transfer into military service, although the destination is uncertain, and it may be far, possibly away from Strasbourg."

Charles placed his hand on his chest and said, "I am willing to transfer to military service!"

With a senior sister like Menilman extending such long legs, how could he not embrace the opportunity?

Continuing in clerical work would mean losing such a powerful backer, making future promotions and salary increases as "remote" as ever.

In a low voice, Menilman said, "No matter what you saw this time, don't speak of it to anyone, me included—not a single word."

"Otherwise, I can't protect you either."

Charles had contemplated whether the intelligence about Byron's collusion with the Black Phoenix Dynasty in the assassination attempt on Archduke Ferdinand could lead to his promotion and raise. But after hearing Menilman's warning, he felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him and immediately replied, "I will heed your teachings, senior sister."

Politics is a very complex thing. Knowing he was a political novice, Charles chose to trust Menilman, to be completely honest, not to act smart, and to say nothing at all.

When they neared Strasbourg, there were at least two hundred members of the Patrolling Army escorting Archduke Ferdinand into the Imperial capital.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief; escorting the Duke was no easy task, and he worried that a mob might suddenly appear, indiscriminately attacking, and he would be caught in the crossfire.

Although he was a person of Behemoth Duchy, his loyalty to Archduke Ferdinand was not so staunch.

After entering Strasbourg, Menilman handed over the Patrolling Army to an officer who had hurried over and did not continue guarding Archduke Ferdinand. Naturally, Charles followed Menilman out of the team, about to ask what to do next?

He still had a dismissal order on him!

Then three gunshots were heard, and people kept shouting, "An assassin, Archduke Ferdinand is dead! An assassin, the Duke is dead, catch the assassin, Archduke Ferdinand is dead, fire..."

It was immediately followed by a cacophony of gunfire; evidently, the assassin had also been killed by the random shots.

Charles suddenly felt a chill in his heart. If Archduke Ferdinand could be killed upon entering Strasbourg, those wishing for his death likely included not only Lady Southseraph and the People of Byron. As for who else, he dared not let his thoughts wander.

Menierman clearly breathed a sigh of relief, indifferent to the Duke's death, and said, "Since he wasn't assassinated on our watch, this matter doesn't concern us anymore."

"That's right!"

"The over one hundred Extraordinary Weapons missing from the prison were likely sold off secretly by the new warden Magru Teller, and it's said that not a single one has been recovered."

"On account of you, the reception secretary Mrs. Pascal and several handlers have all adamantly claimed it was the new warden's doing."

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Charles bowed slightly, reminded of Mrs. Pascal's visit. He seemed to have casually mentioned something, but what did that have to do with this lady pinning everything on the new warden?

He didn't delve deeper. While feeling a sigh of relief, he also harbored some resentment, thinking, "I had wanted to personally take revenge, but who would have thought the new warden Magru Teller would fall so quickly?"

This frustration wasn't easy to dispel.

Menierman clapped him on the shoulder and said, "I will assign you to handle this case as a small reward."

Charles was immediately exhilarated.

With a slight smile, he said, "I shall handle it impartially, strictly abide by the laws, and ensure that Mr. Magru Teller doesn't suffer the slightest injustice."

Menierman smiled faintly and said, "I trust your character!"

"You get three days off, then go to the prison and take care of this case, and wait for the transfer order."

"The Empire is headed for a grand war! The empires of the Old Continent will all be drawn in, and even nations from the New Continent will be involved."

"Prepare to make your mark and achieve greatness!"

Charles nodded, watched his senior sister stride away unburdened, and murmured softly, "Who knows how many will die!"

He sighed softly!

In this incident, he was an eyewitness, watching helplessly as the fuse to war was lit, incapable of doing anything.

The feeling was far from pleasant.

Despite knowing that he could never stop the war himself.

The schemers had already laid the war out on the table; he, a mere ordinary transmigrator, could still only go with the flow for now.

Charles sighed again, called for a carriage, and returned to Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58.