The young girl was dressed in the maple-leaf patterned long dress only seen in the Fars Empire. This was the standard attire for many women traveling far from home: thick, wiant, and practical for carrying hidden items like a small self-defense dagger. She carried no luggage with her.

  Although not as beautiful as Annie Bretagne, she was undoubtedly an attractive young dy sg at least eighty-five points in charm. Her youthful face was full of colgen, with delicate eyebrows slightly knitted in displeasure, revealing her poor mood.

  Charlot Meburg matched her appearance against his memory. Although the image was blurry, he was fident that this girl was his fiancée—Sylvie Martin.

  Over the past few days, Charlot had avoided hitg a ride in Annie’s carriage and insisted on taking public transportation home to prevent this young dy from witnessing his current circumstances.

  He shrugged and strode forward, speaking in the geone he could muster. “Miss Martin, how have you been?”

  Sylvie Martited traveling alone from the Behemoth Principality to Strasb. She should have found a panion for the journey.

  Strasb was far rger than she had imagined and far more dangerous.

  In her first hour iy, Sylvie had lost all her belongings and was left penniless.

  Charlot’s reply address to his brother had been “58 Elysée Avenue.” Following the dires had taken her aire day before she finally found the residence.

  She was ten pert sure she had e to the wrong pce.

  The building at 58 Elysée Avenue was a luxurious mansion, utterly unlike a pce her ex-fiancé, who earned only one flor ay times per week, could afford. Yet she had no other pce to turn to.

  Hearing someone call her name, Sylvie looked up slightly and immediately saw a familiar, detestable face.

  “Why did you give me a fake address?” she said angrily.

  Charlot did not expin. Instead, he pulled out a key, unlocked the door, and added, “I live here now.”

  Sylvie was too shocked to respond immediately. It took Charlot calliwice before she followed him inside.

  Charlot didn’t know why this fiaed her “ex.” Perhaps it was due to the ex’s unruly private life or some bad habits. It didn’t matter. He hadn’t transmigrated into this world to take responsibility for another man’s mistakes.

  That said, Miss Sylvie Martin still appeared to be an i young woman.

  Charlot led Sylvie to a small study, gestured for her to sit wherever she pleased, handed her a gss of water, and casually asked, “Why don’t you have any luggage?”

  Sylvie, both angry and embarrassed, replied, “It was stolen at the station.”

  Charlot couldn’t help but ugh. He genuinely hadn’t expected his fiao be so adorably naive.

  Sylvie became even angrier. She gritted her teeth and snapped, “ you stop ughing at me? You’re even more annoying than before!”

  Charlot nodded and immediately stopped smiling. Mog a young dy was indeed inappropriate, especially when they were practically strangers.

  The previous Charlot’s memories of Sylvie Martin were st, which firmed their ck of familiarity.

  Charlot took out the prepared dots and hahem to Sylvie. “I’ve already signed my name. Once you sign yours, the e will be annulled.”

  “If you’d like, we also have it notarized at the tral Gover Office. I’ll cover the cost.”

  Sylvie took the quill pen with a huff and quickly signed her name i cursive.

  Charlot heaved a sigh of relief.

  From now on, he could openly pursue Annie Bretaghout w about his romantic life imploding.

  Charlot carefully dried the ink on his copy of the dot, stored it in ay box, and smiled. “What are your pns now, Miss Martin?”

  Sylvie hesitated for a long moment before speaking softly. “If possible, I’d like to stay here for a few days.”

  “I’ll move out as soon as my father sends money.”

  “I’ve pleted my education at the Behemoth National Institute and secured a position as a civil servant in the Ingrima Empire. I’ll receive my assig in about half a month, so I won’t trouble you for long.”

  By the end, Sylvie’s gaze was firm, her eyes filled with resiliend ce.

  Charlot was briefly stuhat look was one he had often seen in his previous life—the fident self-assurance of an indepe woman.

  Even in his former world, suen were rare.

  Charlot shrugged and said, “Miss Martin, even though we’re no laged, I still feel it’s my duty to help you when needed.”

  “Please, make yourself at home.”

  Sylvie Martin had resolved a major headache for him, so Charlot had no iion of being ungrateful.

  Besides, this was a medieval-era world.

  Public safety was abysmal.

  As a member of the Prison Army, Charlot khat even Strasb, the capital, could be utterly chaotic.

  Leaving a young girl to wahe streets alone would weigh heavily on his sce.

  If Sylvie Martiured out alone, she was almost certain to enter trouble.

  Sylvie let out a small sigh of relief and discreetly touched the dagger hidden in her maple-leaf dress. “You’re not allowed to e near me at night,” she said.

  Charlot gestured toward the staircase leading to the ba hall and said nontly, “There are fifteen rooms on the sed floor. You piy one you like.”

  “Also, I just moved ily, so the house is missing a lot of essentials. If you need anything, let me know as soon as possible. It’s not too te to go shopping before it gets pletely dark.”

  Sylvie set down her gss of water, tugged at her skirt to perform a polite curtsy, ahe study, heading upstairs.

  A few mier, she returned and said, “I’ll need an oil mp, some spare clothes, bedding, and I’m hungry. Do you have any food in the house?”

  Charlot smiled slightly. “There are a few croissants, some stuffed bread, and a bit of floral tea from Dongli Kingdom, though I doubt you’d care for it. Let’s eat out instead.”

  “Elysée Avenue has all kinds of shops. As your host, I should treat you to a proper weleal.”

  Sylvie Martin was surprised. Charlot’s gentlemanly behavior felt utterly fn to her. She knew what kind of person her ex-fiancé had been!

  Charlot Meburg was the quintessential sdrel—a spoiled noble who itted every vice imaginable. Flirting and phindering were sed nature to him. Ba the Behemoth Principality, he had been involved with multiple women, utterly urained and i.

  Sylvie had once believed he would iably get expelled from uy due to sdal, uo graduate, and disgraced.

  This was why she had insisted on breaking off the e. She wanted nothing to do with a pyboy or a libertine. She couldn’t imagine spending her life with such a degee.