The First Magic World War

Charles' brow furrowed slightly, extremely displeased with the Duchess; this was an outright threat.

Belisa took another deep breath to suppress the anxiety in her heart and said, "Please give up the people of Silver Pigeon Fort."

"The safety of the Duke far exceeds that of Silver Pigeon Fort. Your presence here has no significance for the overall war situation; only by rescuing the Duke can this war be completely reversed."

"Mister Mecklen, please consider the bigger picture."

As a transmigrator, Charles naturally felt a sense of alienation from everyone in this world, but having fought alongside the residents of Silver Pigeon Fort for so long, he had developed a subtle and different kind of affection for them.

To let him abandon the people of Silver Pigeon Fort to save a Duke Joseph, about whom he knew next to nothing, was utterly preposterous!

Was this not absurd?

It was messing with Charles himself.

Belisa, a maidservant by the Duchess' side, was naive; she had dedicated her young life to serving the Duke's family, believing that serving them outweighed everything else. She used this belief to persuade Charles.

The young girl had thought that Charles would surely show deep emotion and demonstrate what loyalty meant...

Although Belisa was a maidservant, she had accompanied the Duchess to many high-class events and was highly noticeable at many sophisticated banquets, with not a few young noble gentlemen showing their interest in her.

Thus, in the heart of the young girl, she believed that by simply speaking out, it would be difficult for a young man to refuse her.

This was the unmatched confidence built over the years from continuously receiving the favors of young men.

Charles only replied, "I need to consider!"

He planned to have a stomach ache again tomorrow.

Just suffer for three more days for now.

Belisa stood up and loudly said, "The Duke's life hangs by a thread, and you are a Behemoth man; what else is there to hesitate about, what else is there to consider? For the sake of the Duke, is that not an undeniable reason?"

Charles really couldn't suppress his anger and answered, "The Duke is someone's dad, but not mine. He's just the Duke of Behemoth Duchy. My most vivid memory of Archduke Ferdinand from my childhood is of him imposing several taxes each year."

Belisa, infuriated, nearly jumped and shouted, "You only remember the taxes, but don't you recall who protected you, allowing your family to live and work in peace, and enjoy a peaceful life?"

Charles chuckled softly, "I remember our family's caravan being robbed by bandits once. When my father asked the Duke for help, the Duke charged a fee but did nothing. He waited what must have been seven or eight years without seeing the Duke dispatch troops to wipe out those bandits, but he did see the Duke send troops into the South Serif Territory."

"Moreover, I always thought that after a hundred years, it would be Ferdinand's children who inherited the dukedom, not Joseph."

Belisa could not withstand such cunning argumentation, and soon the young girl began to speak incoherently; she felt every word the other said 'made sense,' but these ideas conflicted with the beliefs she had held since childhood.

The two argued for half an hour, and Belisa ended up sitting on the ground, sobbing loudly.

Charles discarded the duchess's maid and gracefully left the terrace, arguing with Belisa was simply a waste of time.

No sooner had Charles left than Belisa's three guards rushed in. Seeing the girl in such grief, all three were furiously enraged. A blond young man drew his side sword and said, "I must duel with Charles for making Miss Belisa cry, it's utterly unforgivable."

Far from stopping him, the other two said in unison, "Charles is indeed a brute, unforgivable. We'll stay here with Belisa for a while. Mosa, after you defeat Charles, remember to bring Miss Belisa some fruit wine and bread. She hasn't eaten anything all day because of the journey."

Mosa, looking at his two companions who were comforting Belisa, suddenly felt that not dueling might be better, that keeping Belisa company was more important. But having already spoken, he had no choice but to grit his teeth, charging out of the terrace, and he found Charles who had just returned to the city walls.

He shouted, "You made Miss Belisa cry. You must apologize to her, or I will challenge you to a duel and tarnish your reputation."

Charles glanced at him incredulously and said, "Miss Belisa is crying because she heard some bad news. I left her alone, hoping she could have some peace."

"What does her crying have to do with me?"

"If you want a duel, go find Cyrus!"

"From here, it's only four hours at most before you see his camp."

Mosa hadn't expected that there would be people like Charles in the world. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should really jump down from the city wall and go find Cyrus for a duel.

Mosa's intelligence clearly told him that someone was making a fool of him, but he couldn't swallow his pride and fiercely said, "Don't let me find out that you have offended Miss Belisa, otherwise I definitely won't let you off."

Charles, utterly fed up, used the Quickness Technique, Spirit Spider Technique, and the recently mastered Wings of the Hatchling Dragon. With a flicker of his body, he moved behind Mosa and kicked him off the city wall.

When he delivered the kick, there was no warning, and it was incredibly fast. Mosa, even as an intermediate-rank knight, hadn't even processed what was happening before he was hit. As he fell through the air, he twisted his body and landed squarely on his feet, bellowing in fury, "You dare to ambush me?"

Gripping his sword, Mosa leapt effortlessly back onto the city wall as it wasn't very high.

Charles coolly said, "So, this time it shouldn't be considered an ambush, right?" He met the young knight head-on with another kick, hitting him in the face and once again sending him over the city wall.

Both times Charles kicked, he had held back, as after all, the other party didn't warrant a death sentence; it was just a quarrel over pride.

This time, when Mosa fell to the ground, he roared, leapt up at the same time, and brandished his side sword, creating a flurry of sword flowers to protect his face and upper body, and charged up the city wall again.

Charles stepped forward, brushed past Mosa, and with a deft sweep of his leg, tripped the young knight, sending him tumbling down for the third time.

Charles suddenly felt it was really pointless to "bully a child".

Originally, he was a teacher who had never fought in his life. Charles Mecklen was nothing extraordinary in swordsmanship, gunmanship, or close combat, but after just a few dozen days since his arrival, and several brutal battles, he had already become quite a "master."

"I should be close to advancing to the seventh rank, becoming a mid-level transcendent," he thought.

Charles no longer glanced at Mosa, who had again climbed back to the city wall. Mosa didn't dare continue to fight with Charles and dejectedly went to find his Miss Belisa.