Charlotte had no choice but to clear his name in this way, not wanting to bear the blame for his predecessor's actions.
Anne was silent for a while before softly saying, "Sophie... Mrs. Yamils was my aunt."
Charlotte immediately adopted a serious tone, saying, "I firmly believe that Mrs. Yamils was a virtuous woman."
Anne felt comforted by this. She quietly said, "I don't believe my Aunt Sophie would do anything dishonorable, so I couldn't resist coming here in the middle of the night..."
Her face flushed slightly as she glanced at Charlotte, thinking to herself, "No wonder Aunt Sophie might have been involved with him. Mr. Charlotte is handsome and gentle, graduated from a top university, has a promising career in government, and is a rare superhuman—truly the ideal romantic partner for any girl."
Feeling her face grow even hotter, Anne quickly dismissed these distracting thoughts. She stood up, lightly tugged at her skirt, and performed a very formal curtsy, apologizing, "I came here to test you, Mr. Charlotte, and caused this mess. Please forgive me."
Charlotte thoughtfully asked, "If I were indeed that dishonorable man, were you planning to put me to eternal rest?"
Anne's face turned bright red, and she could no longer suppress her shyness, lowering her head. That had indeed been her intention.
As a prodigy who became a superhuman in her first year of university, Anne of Brittany was determined to avenge her beloved aunt when she learned that her death was caused by a scoundrel. She had driven here alone at night, intending to use dream magic to disguise herself as her aunt and scare Charlotte to death in his sleep.
Charlotte Mecklenburg had indeed been far from clean in his past life. Even as a superhuman, with a guilty conscience, he might not have been killed by a "dream ghost," but he could have easily exposed himself.
Anne whispered, "I'm willing to make amends."
She genuinely didn't know how to resolve the situation.
Charlotte smiled slightly and said, "If I were in your position, and one of my relatives had encountered something like this, I would have been a hundred times more impulsive than you."
"The most important thing now is to clear Mrs. Yamils's name so that she can rest in peace. If you need my help, I'm willing to assist."
"However, it's already late at night, and it's inconvenient. Let me take you home first, and we can discuss this matter in a few days."
Anne of Brittany nodded slightly and thanked him.
Charlotte exited the carriage, took the reins, and gently urged the horse forward. A clear voice came from inside the carriage: "58 Sixth Avenue, Valerdevaud."
As a product of the empire's education system, Charlotte had learned many essential skills, with driving being one of the three gentlemanly arts.
Swordsmanship, horseback riding, and driving...
Oops, that should be carriage driving.
Charlotte replied, "Got it, Miss Anne."
The horse's hooves clattered, and the carriage wheels rumbled!
The carriage never moved very fast, even slower than a modern electric bike.
The journey from the Alexander District to Valerdevaud took over an hour. Without the protection of Bloodthirsty Glory, the cold night wind would have been enough to give Charlotte a cold.
When Charlotte dropped Anne off at 58 Sixth Avenue, he saw a grand, ancient residence and felt a twinge of envy. He realized that his guess was correct—Anne of Brittany was indeed a noblewoman, not from an ordinary family.
Anne stepped off the carriage and was about to enter the mansion through a concealed side door when she suddenly turned back and said to Charlotte, who had just dismounted, "I apologize for troubling you to bring me home so late, Mr. Charlotte."
"There are no public carriages available at this hour. Why don't you drive my carriage back? I'll have someone retrieve it tomorrow."
Charlotte hesitated briefly. He wasn't keen on walking for an hour or two to return home, knowing it would be much slower than the carriage. So he agreed, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Anne."
Anne smiled and waved at Charlotte before turning to enter the mansion. Shadows moved inside, indicating that someone had been waiting for her to return.
Since his arrival in this world, Charlotte's life had been relatively comfortable. He had even managed to secure a promotion and a raise through his cleverness, but he was still far from living like a noble.
He sighed as he drove the carriage back.
After securing the carriage outside the apartment building, Charlotte returned to his newly rented apartment. He lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. After trying various positions, he eventually murmured to himself in a mix of surprise and excitement, "It's not just my imagination."
With his eyes closed, Charlotte could sense everything within about fifteen paces of him.
He knew the reason for this!
At his brow was a small vortex of bloodthirsty energy, within which floated countless tiny, pale gold runes, forming a mysterious structure. This intricate symbol granted him this extraordinary ability.
Charlotte had studied related knowledge at Sheffield University and recognized this symbol as "Insight."
Although Bloodthirsty Glory falls under dark powers, its combat style is similar to battle energy, enhancing physical strength, speed, and power.
Its disadvantage is that, at equal levels of energy, its power is moderate, with only a slight advantage in speed.
Its advantage is that Bloodthirsty Glory grants its wielder several unique abilities, known as the Thirteen Skills.
"Insight" is one of the Thirteen Skills of Bloodthirsty Glory.
It allows the user's vision to form a sphere, enabling them to detect attacks from all directions in a brawl and giving them a significant advantage in duels. It's a powerful auxiliary combat skill.
Charlotte Mecklenburg, when summoning the evil god by the seaside of Sanis to awaken his superhuman abilities, chose to condense the bloodthirsty vortex at his brow. He had also fantasized about condensing the Insight rune, imagining the marvelous things he could see.
Unfortunately, he hadn't lived long enough to return from his vacation.
Since returning from Sanis, Charlotte hadn't had much time to train, but his Bloodthirsty Glory had grown at an astonishing rate, an inexplicable phenomenon that left him baffled.
Activating Insight consumed a lot of spiritual energy, and after a long night, Charlotte felt exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Before long, dawn broke.
Charlotte, eager to carry out his plans for making a fortune, got up early.
Despite not sleeping well, his superhuman stamina kept him from feeling overly tired.
He wrote a letter requesting leave, paid a servant a coin to deliver it to Kilmainham Jail, and then prepared to sell the multi-headed flail he had wrapped in cloth. As he stepped out, he noticed a noble girl gracefully disembark from a luxurious carriage and smile at him, saying, "We meet again, Mr. Charlotte."