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The mountain roads of the Ascart Fiefdom sure aren’t easy to travel on.

This was the thought in Roel’s mind as he sat in a shaking carriage, looking out at the setting sun.

It had been two hours since they had left the village that produces Pamela wine. There were two roads leading from the village into the Worun Mountain Range, one from the east and one from the west. The eastern road was much rockier, whereas the western road was smoother. Needless to say, they chose the smoother western route.

Traveling after sundown defied the common sense of this world, but Charlotte’s supposed goal was to show Roel the starry night sky at the top of the mountain, so the matter didn’t appear too odd to him. Nevertheless, there was still one thing that roused Roel’s suspicions.

“Is there really a need for us to be in such a hurry? Didn’t you hire the villagers to hunt some animals on the eastern road? It’s a waste to leave right now after spending the money.”

“I was planning to have a bonfire party, but it turns out that there isn’t much firewood in the village during winter. I had to cancel those plans.”

“True, true.”

Roel glanced at Charlotte with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn’t expect someone who grew up in luxury like her to understand the difficulties of the commoners and consider this aspect.

“I thought that you’d be pretty spoiled given the environment you’ve lived in, but it looks like I had the wrong impression of you.”

“I was quite spoiled when I was younger, but ever since my father obtained a strange oil lamp, everything changed.”

Charlotte thought about everything that had happened a few years back with a bitter smile. Roel took a sip of tea as he blinked his eyes in a moment of quiet contemplation. For some reason, her words brought him an odd feeling of déjà vu.

“Oil lamp?”

“Yes. I think it happened around three years back. It was quite a mysterious oil lamp called the Soulcalming Lamp.”

“Pu! Cough cough cough!”

The moment Charlotte said the words ‘Soulcalming Lamp’, Roel suddenly began coughing violently. Noticing this, Charlotte quickly patted Roel’s back to soothe his discomfort.

“Darling, are you alright?”

“I-I’m fine. Hahaha. Do continue your story. What happened to the lamp afterward?”

“The Soulcalming Lamp is a consumable treasure my father bought from someone else. I’m not sure who that person is, but it seems like that person sold it quite cheaply, possibly as an expression of goodwill toward us. However, upon obtaining the lamp, my father suddenly became much stricter with me…”

It was as if Charlotte had finally found an outlet to vent all of the bitterness she had suffered in her childhood. She spoke of all of the grievances she had accumulated in her heart throughout the years, be it her difficult journey into the Land of Chaos, Tunsen, or attempting to explore the Twohorn Port. These trials had been incredibly tough on her, but she had no choice but

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