After the beating, the man didn't even dare to look them in the eyes. As they handed him to the knights for human trafficking.
If not death, he would at least spend the rest of his life in prison as human trafficking and slavery is a huge crimes in this empire.
'Phew, I should hire a guard.' He thought seeing the commotion.
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At the inn, after dinner, Charles and Lita headed towards their room.
"Why does that bastard always sleep in the same room as Lita, I want to sleep with her too," Christina said pouting.
"You don't know?" Pristina asked.
"What?"
"About Charles and Lita."
"What about them?"
'She's dense,' Pristina shook her head.
She then told Christina about their relationship.
After Pristina explained the true nature of Charles and Lita's relationship to Christina, the realization sank in, and Christina's face flushed with a mix of surprise and embarrassment.
"So... they're together?" Christina stammered, her voice revealing a hint of disbelief.
Pristina nodded, her eyes filled with amusement. "Yes, they are. It seems that they have developed deep feelings for each other over time. That's why Charles always stays in the same room with Lita."
Christina's pout deepened as her mind raced with conflicting emotions. Lita had become like a sister to her ever since Charles rescued her from slavery two weeks ago.
The news of Charles and Lita being in a romantic relationship stirred a sense of protectiveness within Christina.
"I won't allow it!" Christina declared, crossing her arms defiantly. "Lita is like family to me, and I won't let some guy come in and take her away."
Pristina sighed, understanding Christina's concern. "I know you care about Lita, Christina, but sometimes love finds its way regardless of our intentions. Charles has been there for Lita when she needed him the most, and their bond has grown stronger over time." Although she explained to Chritna, she, herself was sad.
Christina's eyes narrowed, her determination unwavering. "I won't give up so easily. I'll find a way to stop them and make sure Lita realizes she's better off without him."
Just as Christina was about to storm off and confront Charles and Lita, Mrs Pumpury intervened.
"Now, now, Christina, calm down," Mrs Pumpury said soothingly, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"If Charles truly cares for her, we should trust their judgment and support their happiness."
Christina's resolve wavered as she considered her mother's words. She glanced back at Pristina, who offered a reassuring smile, silently reminding her that Lita's well-being was their priority.
Reluctantly, Christina sighed and nodded. "Okay... I'll try to accept it. But if Charles ever hurts her, I won't hesitate to protect Lita with everything I have."
Mrs Pumpury and Pristina exchanged knowing looks, proud of Christina's loyalty and protective nature. As they retired to their rooms for the night, a sense of acceptance and trust began to take root within Christina's heart.
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Inside their room, Charles and Lita sat on the bed.
"Charles, did you have anyone who cared for you back home?" Lita asked as Charles had already told her about his former identity as a prince.
Charles took a long sigh, remembering the people who care for him back at the palace.
"Yes,
"Yes, Lita," Charles began, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "I had someone very dear to me back home. Her name is Riya, my older sister."
Lita's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Tell me more about her, Charles. What was she like?"
A wistful smile graced Charles' face as he recalled fond memories. "Riya was strong-willed, intelligent, and compassionate. She always looked out for me, even when I was stubborn and reckless. We were inseparable growing up, and she taught me many valuable lessons about leadership and love."
Lita leaned closer, captivated by Charles' words. "Do you miss her?"
Charles nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Every day. She was my pillar of support, and her absence weighs heavily on my heart. I often wonder how she's doing, if she's safe and happy."
Silence enveloped the room as they both contemplated the distance that separated Charles from his sister. But then, a spark of inspiration flickered in Charles' eyes.
"Yes, I could make a communication device." Charles stood up from his place.
"Communication Device?" Lita exclaimed.
"Thank you, Lita." He grabbed both her cheeks, pulling her closer to him before kissing her on the lips.
Lita was completely caught off guard by his act.
Meanwhile, Charles sat at the small wooden table, a piece of parchment and a quill in hand. Lita watched curiously as he sketched out intricate designs, a spark of excitement in his eyes.
"I should start working on it."
Charles started drawing sketches. Thanks to his craftsmanship knowledge, he was easily able to understand the basics of the craft.
After completing the sketch, he bought ten high-level mana stones and a pen
The pen was different from the ordinary. It had a small mana stone engraved in it. Giving off an exquisite vibe.
Charles placed the mana stone on the table, closely examining it. He raised the pen and started writing on it.
He was changing the properties of the mana stone slightly for it to be able to store and transmit messages.
Using his knowledge of magic and technology, Charles infused the mana stone with a combination of enchantments and runes, ensuring its functionality as a communication device.
Lita watched in awe as Charles worked meticulously, his hands moving with practised precision. She admired his determination and ingenuity, knowing that he was using his skills to create a means of reconnecting with his beloved sister.
Finally, after several hours of concentrated effort, Charles held up the finished communication device—a small, polished mana stone attached to a silver chain. Intricate symbols glowed softly on its surface, indicating its magical properties.
"What is it, Charles?" Lita asked, leaning over to get a better look at the parchment.
Charles paused for a moment, realizing that Lita had stayed awake throughout the night. Concerned, he gently asked, "Lita, were you awake this whole time?"
Lita rubbed her eyes, looking slightly tired. "Yes," she admitted, "I couldn't sleep. I was too excited to see what you were creating."
Charles looked at the clock. It was already five in the morning and she stayed the whole night awake.
Charles could not help but smile warmly at her. "Do you where mana exist?"
"Mana? It exists in the air in form of a particle." She answered his question, looking a little confused as every on who cultivates should know.
"Yes, your right. Mana exist in the air in forms of tiny particles which we cannot see. And the mana stone is radiating the mana.
He proceeded to describe mana and its existence as tiny particles in the air.
Charles explained how, through his ingenuity and understanding of magic, he had devised a voice-based communication device using mana as the medium.
"And this device," Charles continued, holding up the finished communication device, "contains a specially modified mana stone that can capture and amplify our voices.
By speaking into it, our words will be transformed into mana energy and transmitted directly to the recipient's device, allowing them to hear us as if we were in the same room."
Lita listened attentively, her curiosity growing with each passing word. "That sounds amazing, Charles! Can you show me how it works?"
He showed Lita how to hold the device properly and explained how to activate the transmission. Lita listened attentively, eager to try it herself.