Making use of this opportunity, Roel raised an issue that he had been concerned with for a long time now.

  “Charlotte, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about.”


  “What is it, darling?”


  “Shall we not test for your pregnancy this time?”


  The abrupt suggestion confused Charlotte, so Roel slowly explained his rationale to her.

  It was perfectly normal for an affectionate couple to want the crystallization of their love, but it should be a natural process rather than one filled with stress and anxiety.

  While Charlotte would be able to obtain the result right away by testing it with magic tools, the disappointment and stress she felt whenever her expectations were let down would weigh on her and affect her mood. In the long term, it might even affect her state of mind.

  Infertility was a weakness of the high elves—that was something that couldn’t be helped.

  Focusing too much on one’s own weaknesses would only cause one to emotionally corner themself. In fact, Roel sensed that Charlotte’s self-esteem had already taken a hit due to that. That was something he would have never imagined happening to her.

  Charlotte had always carried herself with confidence and grace regardless of the situation, but this issue was clearly weighing her down. He didn’t think that it was right for her to get hurt over having a child, which was why he had chosen to broach the topic.

  “You’re the one that I love. If we do have a child, you’ll be the reason I love our child. That’s why, I don’t want you to feel burdened by this. Our child should be the product of our mutual feelings rather than the goal.”


  “Darling…”


  Touched by those words, Charlotte’s eyes slowly reddened. She lowered her head for a long while before finally nodding with a hoarse “Mmhm”.

  Roel’s heart was finally put at ease.

  It took a while before Charlotte finally regained her composure. She felt like a load had been lifted from her heart and that put her in a much better mood.

  With this cleared out of the way, the two of them naturally began focusing their attention on each other once more. It was only when a smiling Grace entered the room with a pile of documents in hand that they finally restrained themselves a little.

  The maids were usually tactful enough to keep their distance so as to not interrupt Roel and Charlotte’s lovey-dovey atmosphere, but sometimes, work had to take precedence.

  “Young miss, Lord Roel, we have just received some reports from the frontlines and documents that need to be urgently dealt with…” Grace said with a bow.

  Roel and Charlotte could only end their flirting there and begin work.

  …


  In a study room suffused with an invigorating fragrance, Roel sat in front of an office desk and began browsing the compiled reports on the frontlines. Not too far away, Charlotte started handling Rosa’s administrative documents with Grace’s help.

  Half a month had passed since the fight with Flooding Death. The two of them had recovered considerably thanks to the hard work of Sorofyas’ medical team, but this also meant that they couldn’t shirk their responsibility any longer.

  Charlotte had an entire stack of important documents that she had to clear as soon as possible, whereas Roel received a compilation of intelligence on the eastern border’s happenings.

  This sudden onslaught of work had halted the sweet honeylike atmosphere between them, but the two of them had no complaints. They took their work extremely seriously as it had been far too long since they had come into contact with the outside world.

  When they left Rosa City with the intention to lure Flooding Death out, they knew that the fight would be so dangerous that they couldn’t afford to spare their attention anywhere else. Thus, they entrusted their work to others’ hands. After the battle, they were too busy trying to recuperate that they were hardly in the mind for work.

  Due to that, they had been out of the loop for almost an entire month.

  Now that they were finally returning to Rosa City, it was time for them to update themselves on recent affairs. It didn’t take long before some details caught Roel’s eyes.

  The matter that Roel was most concerned with was the eastern border’s defense line. He was highly sensitive to news regarding that as Carter had been appointed as the Theocracy’s Chief Commander to the Eastern Border following Tark Stronghold’s disappearance.

  In summary, the eastern border had remained relatively peaceful over the past two months. There were still occasional clashes with the deivants, but the overall intensity of the battles was much lower as compared to several months ago.

  Naturally, this wasn’t because the deviants had suddenly attained nirvana and became pacifists but the change in the weather.

  For civilizations centering around agriculture, it was best for them to fight battles after autumn and before spring so as to not affect their following year’s harvests, or else a famine could break out. Such a rule didn’t apply to the deivants as they weren’t reliant on agriculture for food, and it was questionable whether they could be considered a civilization at all.

  This beckoned the question: When are the bellicose deviants most eager to fight?

  The answer was surprisingly simple.

  They fought whenever they felt comfortable to, completely following their stream of consciousness. Needless to say, wintertime wasn’t a particularly comfortable period to fight in.

  The plummeting temperature was one thing, but food was a major problem too. The increased difficulty of gathering food made it hard for the deviants to maintain food security. It was also much more difficult to siege humankind’s towering fortress walls amidst winter snow too.

  In fact, the lowered intensity of battles in winter was a common occurrence throughout history.

  Roel heaved a sigh of relief upon confirming that the eastern border was safe before moving on to the other documents. He soon stumbled upon a report from Rosa regarding their efforts to purge the Saints Convocation.

  The Saints Convocation had assisted Flooding Death in its assault against Roel and Charlotte. While Roel had managed to bring down Flooding Death, the Saints Convocation still remained at large. Naturally, Rosa had no intention of letting things slip just like that.

  The reinforcement army led by Andrew failed to play a crucial role in the battle against Flooding Death as they were simply positioned too far away. To make up for their mistake, they devoted their efforts to pursuing the evil cultists and recently made some progress.

  According to the report, Rosa’s soldiers had discovered traces of the Saints Convocation’s evil cultists in a minor country in the south, and they were currently preparing an attack on them.

  The news piqued Roel’s anticipation.

  The Saints Convocation was a poisonous tumor that had survived for far too long. Even if it was impossible to thoroughly eliminate them in a single operation, it would still be great if they could deal them a severe blow.

  This could count as one of the best news Roel had received in the past few years. That thought only lasted for a couple of seconds before it was shattered by another piece of information.