The First Magic World War-Chapter 594 - 560, Anne!

Chapter 594: 560, Anne!

Let’s duel (requesting monthly passes) Chapter 594: 560, Anne!

Let’s duel (requesting monthly passes) Adossa saw that all the members of Charles’ lineage had left the great council chamber and was about to exit herself.

Her mother didn’t come this time; Duchess Meisu had already reincarnated into the Blood Clan and it wasn’t appropriate for her to be at the main venue of the Serpent of Destiny.

Although Duchess Meisu repeatedly encouraged her daughter, and Adossa herself was quite interested in Charles, at this moment, she almost saw “rivers of blood” and didn’t want to be tainted by this “slaughter.”

Besides, the first few girls to leave, though of no mean status and appearance, had they not chosen to “retreat in the face of difficulty”?

But when Adossa glanced at Menilman, she suddenly lost the desire to withdraw.

Menilman, The Empire’s First Rose, had always been Adossa’s shadow.

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They graduated from the same university and were both accomplished women.

However, due to spending years at sea, Adossa was considered “unworthy to be compared with Menilman” in the eyes of almost everyone.

Adossa felt a surge of defiance.

Would there ever be a chance to stand beside Menilman and test their strengths and weaknesses?

Moreover, although Adossa thought she couldn’t win, Menilman wouldn’t either…

That thought pleased her.

In a confrontation destined not to lose, Adossa decided to fight to the end.

Krel nudged Antonio, and the two men, both surnamed Brittany, exchanged glances and nodded slightly.

They decided to stay behind and bolster Anne, who had genuinely never seen Charles’ investigative report.

Antonio had seen it, and Krel also had some understanding.

Both were “acquainted with every detail” about Charles.

It wasn’t surprising that Charles, favored by the Serpent of Destiny, called them over, considering their truly close relationship, but what was the meaning behind also summoning Menilman, Sophia Garanord, Princess May, and a host of beauties?

They needed to support Anne.

Antonio and Krel decided to stay behind, and Ebner Sumei and Mama Karen also moved a bit closer.

They were truly “one camp.”

Sabastine and Tumishen noticed the movements of these four and, without hesitation, stood firmly behind Menilman.

Sabastine couldn’t help muttering to herself, “Why do I feel like a dowry maid from some Eastern kingdom?”

“According to Charles’ novel, set in an ancient Eastern land, if I am considered a well-raised maid, then Tumishen is the dowry beast…”

The old Leopard Person was blissfully unaware of how his colleague Sabastine demeaned him in her thoughts; otherwise, he surely would have protested.

After all, he was an assassin grandmaster, a king of killers, and his cultivation had recently advanced.

Princess May always maintained her indifferent demeanor, standing there as if her mind was wandering in far-off realms.

Sophia Garanord was the most isolated and alone.

She wasn’t yet at the Sacred level, and though she had recently undergone trials and battled at sea, rapidly breaking through to the High level, she remained the weakest in the great council chamber.

However, the Strasbourg Rose was never a weakling.

Last time, she endured.

But this time, she didn’t want to endure any longer.

Sophia Garanord regretted leaving Mecklenburg greatly the last time.

This time she stepped forward slowly, her eyes shining like brilliant stars, her figure swaying, like a Valkyrie challenging otherworldly fiends.

Sophia Garanord walked up to Anne and handed over a pair of white gloves, saying softly, “Anne!

Let’s have a duel.”

This statement took everyone present by surprise.

Antonio was about to step forward when he heard Anne say, “May I have my fiancé, Mr.

Charles Meklen, represent me?”

Antonio hesitated for a moment, then retracted the foot he had stepped out.

Hmm, with Charles, they wouldn’t need him.

The old Emperor had already promised a marriage, and Anne was Charles’s officially betrothed bride.

Even if faced with several Evil Gods, Princess Anne Brittany was fearless.

Charles was very embarrassed, and as he was about to force himself to step forward and explain that he had never been unfaithful, he heard Sophia Garanord say calmly and composedly, “It doesn’t matter who the duel is with, let’s see who can conceive and give birth to a Mecklen child first.”

Anne’s pretty face immediately flushed red.

She forced out a sentence through clenched teeth, “Sophia Garanord!

You have gone too far.”

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Sophia Garanord lifted her chin slightly and said proudly, “Do you still want Charles to duel now?”

Anne did not want that!

Although Charles was sure to win, she couldn’t bear it.

Charles had returned from a voyage with three Mecklen children in tow.

Hmm, Gareth didn’t matter, as everyone knew he was originally surnamed Mosleyd.

Amon!

That was a bit nonsensical, what exactly was that thing?

Emilia!

Thunder roared.

Although although although Anne knew she wasn’t Charles’s biological child, she still still still couldn’t completely bear it.

These were not important.

If Charles and Sophia Garanord had a contest to see who could first give birth to a Mecklen child and actually won, where would that leave her, the fiancée’s face?

Anne now regretted not kicking Sophia Garanord right in her cute little backside at the top of the castle walls in Mecklenburg.

This little wench actually dared to challenge her directly?

Anne had originally wanted to be “good sisters” with her.

Now there were no sisters to be had.

Charles swallowed hard and glanced at Antonio, urgently explaining, “I have not broken my promise.”

“Nor will I in the future…”

An inscrutable thought suddenly emerged in Antonio’s mind, What if Sophia Garanord bore a child before his sister got married?

But he immediately felt this thought was inappropriate and didn’t dare voice it.

Antonio also knew that if he did, it would be like adding fuel to the fire for his sister, Anne would definitely explode with anger.

Charles Meklen was trying to think of a way to dissuade Sophia Garanord, as he certainly didn’t want such a duel!

His relationship with Anne was very stable, and Mr.

Mecklen didn’t want unnecessary complications.

Mister Little Mecklen also didn’t…

want that!

But just as he was about to go out, he felt like he couldn’t move, and visions of a magnificent river of destiny appeared before him, as well as countless oddly shaped creatures attacking the river of destiny incessantly.

His spirituality was almost unrestrictedly enhanced, and even soared to a level that transcended that of mortals…

Emilia, unnoticed by anyone, squatted in the corner of the large conference room, her small, silver, serpentine tail, unseen by the others, incessantly tapped her small head.

Each tap from the silver tail prompted her to murmur, “Finding joy in suffering, finding joy in suffering, finding joy in suffering…”

“We cannot allow Lord Mecklen to disturb such a grand spectacle.”

“In exchange, I shall send him to a different dimension to watch the drama, quite fair, isn’t it?”

“I am simply justice incarnate…”