"Forget it, let's not waste time. Not knowing each other's identities is a good thing for us."

Looking at this unknown provincial noble before her, Charlotte felt very impatient.

To get here, Charlotte had specifically disguised herself and used magic to conceal her identity, unwilling to let anyone recognize her.

So knowing the other party's identity was meaningless.

It was better if no one knew who the other person really was.

"Since you dared come here to meet me, you must have made some deal too. At this point, there's no need to hesitate."

After the hypnotic magic incident last time, Charlotte harbored even deeper resentment and had been looking for ways to get revenge on Celitia.

By chance, Charlotte learned that a black wizard lived in Cassia.

But when Charlotte tried to secretly visit privately and arrived at the supposed residence, the person was nowhere to be found.

Then that night, Charlotte saw a mysterious woman in her dreams.

She was completely shrouded in black shadows, her face invisible, asking Charlotte about her intentions.

This mysterious woman called herself the "Witch."

The other party was so incredibly powerful that Charlotte involuntarily believed in her abilities.

Since the deal was made in a dream, it should be nearly impossible for anyone to discover.

The "Witch" agreed to help Charlotte fulfill her request.

And what she demanded in return was just a promise—how to honor it when the time came was still open to negotiation.

Charlotte naturally knew how dangerous it was to make deals with such people.

It was just that the jealous hatred churning in her chest made Charlotte lose her reason.

Charlotte had already obtained the key item from the "Witch."

According to the "Witch's" instructions, Charlotte needed to wait at this time and place for the person who could become her accomplice.

Looking Bren up and down, Charlotte's eyes showed a trace of distrust.

Could this seemingly useless minor noble really be of help?

But considering he was an accomplice arranged by the "Witch," Charlotte reluctantly gave herself a bit more patience.

"Are you also here to meet me according to the 'Witch's' requirements?" Charlotte asked.

"Wi-witch?!" Bren's voice suddenly shot up, "I haven't seen any witch!!"

Suddenly hearing the word "witch," Bren's voice became even more panicked.

"I just—I just have a very important wish I want to fulfill. A mysterious woman told me that if I came here, I would meet someone willing to help me."

A mysterious woman?

Even if it wasn't that "Witch," there should be a connection.

Maintaining caution, Charlotte didn't continue pursuing the matter.

"It seems this is an equal transaction," Charlotte raised an eyebrow, "Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

A transaction...

Getting some comfort from this word, Bren relaxed slightly and said hesitantly:

"I am an admirer of Princess Sophia. This time I specially prepared a gift that I want to give to Princess Sophia to express my feelings.

"But I can never find an opportunity to approach her, and this gift still hasn't been delivered."

So he was an admirer of Sophia.

Charlotte looked Bren up and down, snorting through her nose with obvious disdain.

The more disdainful she was, the more Bren felt the other party must have high status and more opportunities:

"Could you help me deliver this gift to Princess Sophia? If you could arrange for her to come out and meet me, that would be even better!"

Charlotte furrowed her brows, angrily scolding: "Do you think just anyone can casually approach Sophia?!"

Remembering she still had to make a deal with him, Charlotte barely held her tongue and swallowed the rest of her unfinished curses.

"Being able to call Princess Sophia's name so naturally," Bren became even more delighted, "you really are someone close to Princess Sophia, aren't you?"

Charlotte's expression instantly darkened: "If you still want to deliver that gift, don't pry into my identity. Understand?"

"Under-understood." Bren nodded repeatedly.

By this point, Charlotte quite looked down on Bren, considering him nothing more than a down-and-out noble full of fantasies.

This type of person was indeed easy to use.

"What gift do you want to send?" Charlotte asked, "Show it to me first."

Charlotte thought she couldn't just help him deliver whatever Bren said he wanted to send—she had to see what it actually was.

"It's a ribbon."

Bren took out a black velvet box from his person and carefully opened it in front of Charlotte.

In the center of the box lay a small piece of paper tied with a water-blue ribbon and fashioned into an exquisite bow.

The ribbon was woven with gold thread, smooth fabric, light and flowing, looking very delicate.

Charlotte stared at the items in the box in confusion: "Just a piece of paper?"

"That paper is a poem I wrote for Princess Sophia," Bren coughed lightly, his face reddening, "The gold silk ribbon is the real gift I want to give to Princess Sophia."

"Her Highness usually likes to tie her hair with ribbons. I hope she'll like this hair ribbon."

"Tch, love poetry and a gold silk hair ribbon?" Charlotte's expression showed some contempt, "How shabby."

When giving gifts to a princess, if not choosing priceless gems, it should at least be presentable valuable gifts.

This gold-threaded hair ribbon looked expensive, but it was merely expensive.

As for love poetry, did anyone really like that?

As soon as Charlotte said this, Bren's face flushed red and he mumbled, unable to speak.

"Whatever, let me see."

Snatching the velvet box from Bren's hands, Charlotte took out the paper and ribbon inside, examining them carefully in her palm.

"Don't untie it!" Bren didn't forget to remind her.

Charlotte impatiently rolled her eyes at him and continued examining Bren's gift.

The lighting in the depths of the corridor was very dim, making even the ribbon's color appear deep, with the gold threads seeming to flicker mysteriously.

After looking it over carefully several times, Charlotte saw no problems, so she put the items back in the box and closed the lid.

"Fine, I'll find a way to give this gift of yours to Sophia."

Charlotte casually pocketed the velvet box, "As for arranging a meeting... I advise you to give up on that idea."

Agreeing was one thing, but Charlotte thought when to give it to Sophia was still up to her to decide.

"Thank you!" Bren's eyes lit up with delight.

As for Charlotte not agreeing to arrange a meeting, Bren didn't mind much.

Because in fact, Bren hadn't told Charlotte the complete truth.