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

of cynicism of humankind.
She pressed her lips on his forehead and pondered about it before finally offering her answer to that question.

“I can’t say that good people will be rewarded for their kindness… but it’s my personal belief that evildoers will suffer retribution.”

“Retribution?”

“Evildoers ought to be punished for their sins.
I’ll take it upon myself to ensure that happens.”

“Charlotte?”

Surprised by the forceful declaration, Roel turned his head over to look at Charlotte.
Sensing his movements, she also turned to look at him, revealing the unwavering conviction in her eyes.

“Charlotte, you…”

“Darling, leave the Saints Convocation to us.
You shouldn’t get involved in this matter, all right?”

Charlotte caressed Roel’s cheeks as she gently persuaded him with a smile.
Even so, Roel looked hesitant about accepting the offer.

“This is our Ascarts’ problem.
It doesn’t seem right to leave it all to…”

“Are you going to continue using that excuse with me after everything we have been through?” Charlotte asked with a dissatisfied frown.

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“That’s not what I mean.
There’s no way I would regard you as an outsider, but…”

“You are regarding me as an outsider.
I am your fiancée.
Shouldn’t we overcome difficult times together?”

“…”

While Roel was unable to refute those words, he was still reluctant to concede on this matter.
Charlotte let out a sigh before continuing on.

“You seem to be mistaken about something.
The Saints Convocation is already on Rosa’s black list after they brazenly bared their fangs at us.
I’m going to ensure that every single one of them is weeded out… Besides, it’s about time for Rosa to change its own position in the world.”

“Position?”

Roel narrowed his eyes questioningly.
Charlotte continued sharing her thoughts.

The Rosa Merchant Confederacy had always taken a pacifist stance in international politics, opting to maintain good ties whenever possible to facilitate trade.
This had allowed the Sorofyas to expand its business all over the world.

However, with the peaceful era slowly receding, Rosa would have to adapt to the changing circumstances in order to remain relevant.

Having a say on international matters was of utmost importance in a chaotic era.

Rosa couldn’t allow itself to be seen as nothing more than the money bag of humankind.
Eradicating the Saints Convocation was not just a matter of vengeance anymore.
More than that, it was an opportunity for Rosa to showcase its might.

Roel expressed his approval for Charlotte’s thoughts.

Rosa’s influence was sorely lacking in comparison to the Saint Mesit Theocracy and the Austine Empire.
If they wanted to become one of the decision-makers of humankind, they would have to prove their strength and build up merit by accomplishing something substantial.

In that case, Roel ought to fully entrust the Saints Convocation to them.
His involvement in the matter would only undermine Rosa’s accomplishments.

“Other than that, you seem to have forgotten the most important thing here.”

“I did? What did I forget?”

“Our child is going to be a member of the Ascart House too,” Charlotte pinched Roel’s cheeks as she spoke with a pout.
“If our child awakens to the Ascart Bloodline, the Saints Convocation would likely go after him too.
I’m not going to sit still when someone endangers my child.”

Roel widened his eyes.

“You’re right.
But it’s not just the Saints Convocation that’s dangerous here.
The same goes for the Fallens too.”

Roel finally snapped out of the melancholic mood he was in.
His golden eyes regained their usual sharpness.
Charlotte quietly exhaled at that sight, relieved at the success of her strategy.

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The plight of the Ardes was a tragedy for the descendants of the Kingmaker Bloodline to grief for.
She was indeed an outsider here, in the sense that she couldn’t share Roel’s sorrow and comfort him.
Anything she said would have been shallow.

However, it was a different story when it came to the topic of their children.

The tragic fate of the Ardes despite their sacrifices had extinguished Roel’s fighting will, but she believed that he would be able to pull himself together if he turned his focus toward their future child.
She was right about that.

Another question quickly surfaced in her mind.

“Darling, how do you intend to deal with your ancestors’ blood and remains?”

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“I’d have to discuss the matter with my father, but I wish to bring them back to the Ascart Fiefdom.”

“I see… I’ll have Grandpa Andrew deliver it lest the evil cultists try to steal it.”

Roel thought that Charlotte’s words made sense.
He could see the evil cultists attempting that.

Now that he had matured, it was getting increasingly difficult for the Saints Convocation to acquire a fresh sample of the Kingmaker Bloodline from him.
The only way for them to retain their control over the Six Calamities was for them to steal back their stockpile.

It was also possible that the Saints Convocation had more samples of the Kingmaker Bloodline, but that wasn’t something Roel could do anything about at the moment.

So, he accepted Charlotte’s goodwill.

Charlotte’s lips inched upward triumphantly.

She knew that from the locations of the Saints Convocation’s base and the Ascart Fiefdom that the shortest delivery route would pass through Rosa City.
It wouldn’t be right for her not to do anything at all when her fiancé’s ancestors was passing through her homeland.

Thus, she turned to her lover and made a proposal.

“Darling, why don’t we pay respects to your ancestor together?”

“Oh?”

“In Rosa, we hold rituals for the bodies of family members who have died on the battlefield to garner blessings for them.
I believe that the Ascart Fiefdom has a similar custom, right?”

“Indeed, but…”

“That’s settled then.
We’ll hold a grand ritual for your ancestors here in Rosa.
You’ll be the one officiating the ritual… and I’ll be beside you as your wife.”

Charlotte clasped her hand over Roel’s mouth and single-handedly made a call on this matter.
Despite her domineering attitude, she was blushing furiously.