The First Magic World War

The tradition at the University of Georgia to select the twelve most beautiful female students as the twelve goddesses stems from the fact that the Elf God's retinue includes twelve female attendants.

These include the West Wind Goddess, the Laurel Goddess, the Forest Goddess, the Goddess of Favor...

Incidentally, the Goddess of Favor assumes the image of a cat woman and is also the origin of Fairy Cat Magic.

Sheffield University also has this tradition, naturally, because Lady Black Moon's retinue also includes female attendants.
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Charles couldn't help but say, "How could someone who graduated from the University of Georgia become an assassin?"

Taoles said nothing, but Philedrica sneered and retorted, "Have you ever seen a Beastman civil servant in the Central Government Office?"

Charles immediately fell silent; he had not only never seen a Beastman civil servant, he had never even heard of one, and he also understood why there were none.

The Empire's discrimination against Beastmen is deeply ingrained.

Having Beastman ancestry is not a matter of pride on the Old Continent; following the downfall of the Orc Kingdom, its people were left destitute and scattered, considered lower-class in every country.

Louis Simi once griped, "A lady from the Brittany Family would never befriend a Beastman, not even someone with a trace of Beastman blood."

This matter, when spoken of, is nothing but ironic.

Humans worship a goddess that resembles a Beastman.

They also use the revered titles of Beastman-shaped goddesses to address the most beautiful girls in university, and consider it an honor.

Yet they discriminate against Beastmen...

Charles came to a realization, gave Philedrica an Empire salute, and said, "I apologize. I've never been inclined to think about things that don't concern me."

"I'm not unaware of the discrimination against Beastmen; I just never thought about joining the ranks of the discriminators, so I forgot about it for a moment."

In Philedrica's sea-green eyes, there was a faint touch of emotion; she could genuinely see that Charles, in that instant, honestly believed she could join the government and be a legitimate civil servant.

Having such a thought could only mean that Charles Mecklen had never discriminated against Beastmen, believing they should enjoy the same rights as any Empire citizen.

Philedrica snorted and said, "I forgive you."

At the same time, the Leopard girl thought to herself, "For your attitude, I'll extend the third wave of assassins to six months."

Charles was still unaware that a casual remark had postponed the Reaper's visit.

Although he probably wouldn't have been afraid of being targeted by an assassin again.

Poor Dobin had gone ahead to scout for a good restaurant, but when he returned to find his superiors and colleague, he realized they had all disappeared.

Fortunately, Charles was meticulous and had scribbled a message on the ground: "We're off to eat due to some matters, you can move about freely, don't worry about us."

This message might look like plain words, but they weren't really...

Dobin was utterly disheveled by this for a full seventy seconds in the wind.

When Charles was writing on the ground, Taoles and Philedrica exclaimed in unison, "Colorless Blade!"

He breathed out a pale golden beam of energy from his fingertips, it was no longer than a few inches, flickering uncertainly like a serpent's tongue. Although it was not as dazzling as when it clung to Blood Rose, it could still cut through metal and stone with lethal sharpness.

Charles shrugged his shoulders and said, "The Secret Technique of the Asiluo Clan is indeed renowned across the continent, known to all."

The Great Philosopher of the Human Race, Protagora had mastered dozens of techniques and deeply infiltrated the Blood Clan, combating countless Blood Clan experts. By various means, he obtained the secret techniques of the thirteen clans and thus created Bloody Glory.

The thirteen secret techniques of the Blood Clan incorporated into Bloody Glory can be categorized as one emperor, two kings, three dukes, and seven marquesses!

Among them, the Asiluo Clan is the sole imperial lineage and the core of Bloody Glory, Angel's Thorn is not only an Extraordinary Secret Art but also Extraordinary Swordsmanship.

The Colorless Blade is a Special Ability awakened only after cultivating Angel's Thorn to the Mid-High Tier, capable of being attached to a sword blade and even piercing through the Protective Battle Qi of a High-Level Transcendent.

On the battlefield, Charles had slain dozens of Byron's cavalry. Because they were "not of high quality," he had not advanced in rank, but having used the Asiluo Clan's swordsmanship so frequently, he effortlessly cultivated this Special Ability.

It was no wonder Taoles and Philedrica gasped in unison; neither of these girls were inexperienced, but Charles's mastery of the Colorless Blade meant that he was akin to wielding a divine weapon regardless of the armament he held, which would be a substantial advantage in combat.

The Leopard People girl, who had once fought with Charles, was even more astounded and thought to herself, "I've changed my mind; I should find a way to have those guys who hold a grudge against me attempt to assassinate Charles."

"Assuredly they will come and not return, settling our grudges once and for all."

When Charles took the two girls out to dine, he was unaware that Philedrica had already harbored 'malicious intentions,' planning to use him as a pawn to dispose of her 'undesirables.'

Silver Pigeon Fort truly deserved the title of "the North's Sinis" as the city was interwoven with rivers, creating dozens of waterways, with arched bridges seen frequently linking the two banks. Both sides were lined not only with galleries and small museums but also many unique novelty shops and numerous small taverns that were a signature sight in Silver Pigeon Fort.

Strasbourg did have its share of taverns, but they were not as densely packed. Most commercial areas predominantly featured coffee shops, creating a decidedly different ambiance from that of Silver Pigeon Fort.

Charles selected a tavern with a sailboat for its sign, taking the two girls inside, and called out loudly, "Bring us a dozen beers first, and what food do you have? Prepare some for us."

Initially, when Charles had arrived here, he found it unusual that every restaurant had no menu, but now he had adapted to the local customs, knowing that in the countries of the Old Continent, diners eat what is available, without room for choice or complaint.

These small taverns doubled as restaurants and offered their own signature dishes.

The tavern owner, noting Charles's imposing presence and the stunning beauty of the two girls beside him, hurriedly said, "Today we have the finest lamb and freshly caught fish."

"As for the beer, not to brag, but on this entire street, at most only three other establishments can compare with the beer we brew," he added.

Charles was immediately intrigued and inquired about the names of the other three taverns.

While casually chatting with the tavern owner, he had the staff wipe down the tables and chairs again and also chose a seat that would allow him to escape quickly if necessary.

After all, having been the target of assassination attempts before, he was left with a psychological shadow.

Soon the tavern owner brought up the beer and Charles took up a glass, drinking it down heartily, and felt refreshingly invigorated, finding it much better than the beer from Strasbourg.

He instantly asked, "How much beer would I need to buy for you to deliver it to Strasbourg?"

The tavern owner smiled and replied, "Any amount is possible—we have caravans that set out daily. Provided that the caravan is paid adequately, they can deliver the beer to the New Continent, let alone Strasbourg."