The First Magic World War

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In his previous life, Charles had never had enough money to travel, nor had he seen those famous European palaces and known how opulent they were. But when he stepped into the Champagne Palace, his first reaction was, "Holy shit, this is all built on the people's hard-earned money!"

Charles believed that the opulence of the Champagne Palace was unparalleled, even by the palaces of Europe on Earth, since ancient Europe had no magic, transcendent beings, or alchemy to create such awe-inspiring architecture.

Lamps imbued with alchemical magic, which even now Charles could not afford, hung throughout the entire Champagne Palace, lighting up the palace as if it were daytime. Such a scene on his Earth would only occur in certain specific occasions when people extravagantly squandered electricity; in this medieval world, it was akin to a miracle.

Countless nobles clad in luxurious attire strolled through the palace. Even the most expensive movies couldn't capture this extraordinary opulence. In every corner of the Champagne Palace, there were servants and food; wherever there were people, there were others holding fine wines awaiting someone to partake. Numerous beautiful girls dressed as maids fluttered about like butterflies among flowers, serving every guest.

Charles took a deep breath, turned to Julian, and whispered, "Is this also the custom in Byron?"

Julian whispered back, "How could it be!"

Charles let out a sigh of relief, his tense nerves somehow easing.

Julian went on, "Our Byron is much finer than Inglima. Although our nations were established around the same time, we of the Blood Clan aren't like these newly-minted nobles of Inglima."

Immediately, Charles' nerves tensed up again.

Though he had never attended a noble's ball in the Fars Empire, he guessed it wouldn't be any less grand than this.

Charles remembered Anne only took him to the University of Georgia's Black Moon Era Year Thirty-Three Hobby Group, never mentioning noble balls or similar events.

With Anne, Charles almost believed she was just an ordinary girl who happened to have a bit more money, a great noble, but no different from himself, with similar likes such as opera, drinking coffee, and taking walks…

But standing in the Champagne Palace, he suddenly realized that Anne Brittany was not an ordinary girl; she was the daughter of Earl Brittany, born into one of the most powerful noble families of the Fars Empire, a noble young lady who couldn't differentiate between a High-Order Extraordinary Object like the darkly opulent lamp worth three thousand six hundred Aegeus and a second-hand luxury four-wheeled carriage, valued at two Aegeus plus eight Fu Ers, which came with lamps, cushions, and reins!

Charles had always thought it was a simple romance, but in that moment, he suddenly sobered up, belatedly realizing how gentle was the miss of the Brittany Family?

Julian snapped Charles out of his thoughts with a gesture, asking, "What's wrong?"

Charles suddenly came back to reality and smiled, "It seems like everyone brought a female companion, only us two are a pair of men."

Julian pointed out and said, "Even the Augusladin High Priest brought a young boy."

Indeed, Charles saw the Augusladin High Priest, holding the arm of a handsome young man. He couldn't tell if the young man was a "virgin," but somehow felt that, whether or not he had been, he certainly wasn't now.

The Augusladin High Priest was engaged in a lively conversation with another senior priest of the Lord of Light. Charles was inclined to go over and say hello, but after glancing at the handsome young man by the priest's side, he decided it was best not to disturb them at the moment.

At least, not while Julian was by his side—he couldn't go and greet the Augusladin High Priest. That was where Charles drew the line on his conduct.

Julian was here at Count Lanmalock's ball in a private capacity. Even though he came from a distinguished background, he was still young, and being in a foreign land, no one approached him to say hello.

Julian didn't mind this, and together with Charles, they began to explore the Champagne Palace. He was from Byron and had rarely visited Inglima, let alone the Champagne Palace, and he was curious about this renowned palace.

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Charles decided to treat it as if he were touring a scenic spot, strolling through the Champagne Palace with Julian. At will, he could grab a glass of champagne produced by the Earl of Bedivere of the Fars Empire. This feeling was quite exhilarating.

For comparison, imagine touring the Palace of Versailles, or the Belvedere Palace, or some other ancient palace in Europe, with attendants and maids serving at your side, allowing you to freely partake in the finest food and wine. What a delight that would be?

Charles even wanted to look for unopened bottles of champagne produced by the Earl of Bedivere's Domain to send straight back to Machu Picchu.

Then, a group of more than ten noblewomen passed by, and two middle-aged beauties even cast flirtatious glances at them; one of them even secretly dropped a handkerchief.

Not knowing what custom that implied, Charles pulled Julian away and left hastily.

Julian said in a low voice, "Aren't you interested in the noblewomen of the Inglima Empire?"

"Although the customs of the Inglima Empire may not be as liberal as in Fars, the women in Inglima are quite passionate."

Charles, still unnerved, said, "What if it's a honey trap?"

Julian put a hand to his forehead, saying, "This is the Champagne Palace! How could such a thing happen here?"

"I get it now. Charles, could it be that you're a virgin? Have you never touched a woman?"

Charles nodded repeatedly. He was most afraid of people bringing up his past, and least afraid of being considered a virgin. What's wrong with being a virgin?

Believing him, Julian let out a light chuckle and decided not to let his "friend" continue to feel embarrassed, saying, "If you don't fancy those married Inglima ladies, you could try dating the misses, but they can be quite troublesome and might actually push for marriage."

After thinking for a moment, a switch seemed to flip on in Charles's mind, and memories that he had deliberately sealed away came flooding back—they were all about the licentious anecdotes of nobles from the Old Continent.

Just like in Europe and America on Earth, some were very open and passionate, while others were very conservative. However, in the circles of nobility, it was obvious that there were many who were passionate and unrestrained, regardless of gender.

Charles was very averse to such matters, saying, "I already have someone I like, and I hope to marry in the future. You can handle that kind of thing!"

Julian showed a look of admiration, saying, "I'm not interested in those matters either."

As they were chatting, they heard a noisy commotion with several people shouting, "There's a duel!"

"Mr. Jeremy Reyna and Mr. Elian Wood are going to duel over Miss Veronica."

"I'll bet ten gold pounds on Jeremy, I'll bet fifteen gold pounds on Jeremy."

Charles glanced at the thronging crowd and said, "Are there still such boring things?"

Julian smiled faintly, saying, "Let's go over and enjoy the spectacle."

"What if we need to intervene?"