In the Old ti, ranks oo six are sidered lower-tier transdent, ranks seven to twelve are mid-tier transdent, and ranks thirteen to eighteen are high-tier transdent. Above raeen, one is granted a distinct title!

  Any knight who has acquired all Eight Knight Proofs is allowed to attach the prefix “Saint” to their name, a status that is unparalleled.

  Other transdent professions that surpass raeen also carry “Saint” before their surhe most widely reized characteristic of a Saint-tier transdent is their ability to break free from the ground and soar into the air using their own power, without relying on araordinary relics, magical tools, or bloodli arts.

  This Karen Granny could indeed be addressed as “Saint Karen Granny!”

  Thus, when Annie saw this granny, she resigned herself to following her back. Resistance would be futile—she would be taken away regardless.

  Even if Venie Arsenault, Charlot, and Sylvie joined forces to stop her, the oute would remain unged.

  Sylvie watched Saint Karen Granny and Miss Annie leave, then turo Charlot and said, “Cousin, are you feeling the pressure?”

  Charlot g his former fiancée and smiled faintly. “Not too much. I manage.”

  After all, he was a man who had faced two Evil Gods!And the sed time, it was two at once. A single Saint-tier transdent was hardly...

  “Damn it, the pressure is pretty immense.”

  Charlot knew Annie’s family was extraordinary. He also knew her father was a t and that a t ranked fifth in the Empire’s noble hierarchy.

  But until today, he had never quite grasped it on a personal level.

  Even whe Annie’s high-tier transdent cousin, it didn’t faze him much. He never imagined he’d withe gring css disparity so vividly—through a granny of all people.

  Even the housekeeper of a t’s family was Saint-tier!

  This is ridiculous…

  Sylvie cast a sympathetice at Charlot. She absolutely didn’t believe his calm and collected demeanor. She muttered to herself, He’s probably still her ‘secret boyfriend,’ the kind who ’t see the light of day. No wonder he’s ged so much.

  “Hmm?”

  “If he does successfully marry Miss Annie iure, won’t all the little secrets I know bee leverage against him?”

  “All I have to do is threaten to expose his past humiliations…”

  Sylvie hesitated, suddenly feeling that this former fiancé of hers would likely silence her food.

  In Sylvie Martin’s eyes, Charlot Meburg had never been a “good person.” Sileng someoo keep a secret? She believed he erfectly capable of such a thing.

  Venie Arsenault watched the se with great i. To her, it felt like watg an unfolding drama—one so brilliantly executed that she couldn’t wait for the act.

  Uo hold back, Venie prompted, “What did Annie leave for you?”

  Charlot unfolded the neer Annie had left behind. He quickly noticed a shog headline: “Grand Duke Ferdinand Assassinated, Couple Perishes Together.”

  The subtitle read: “The Behemoth Principality Decres War on South Seraph!”

  Charlot skimmed the article and didn’t pay it much mind. What caught his attention was what y ihe neer—a silver alchemical pistol.

  The pistol’s design was remarkably familiar, resemblih’s Chiappa Rhino revolver. It was entirely silver, with sharp, angur lines across its body. The barrel was etched with tless strange runes, and the grip was ed in thick beast hide that felt incredibly solid in hand.

  Just a few hours earlier, he had seen another pistol of the exact same model.

  Sylvie didn’t reize it, given her limited experience as a ret graduate. But Venie Arsenault couldn’t help but excim, “This is a Firequell Silver Rhino!”“Araordinary alchemical pistol crafted by the Firequell Workshop!”

  “It’s said they only produce five per year!”

  “The thirteen alchemical masters of Firequell Workshop colborated to design this pistol, and they’ve made fewer thay-five in total!”

  “This one must have a serial number!”

  Charlot flipped the grip over and, sure enough, there was a marking: ‘十三’, firming it as the thirteenth Silver Rhino produced by Firequell Workshop.

  Charlot vaguely recalled that the Silver Rhino Homonsa had found was numbered ‘五’, the fifth Silver Rhino ever made, predating this one by several years.

  The Silver Rhino could vert bat energy, blood energy, magid various other energies into bullets. Its effective range was shorter than that of an Anti-Space Le Rifle, but it still exceeded two thousand pimi.

  It could also fire anti-magic armor-pierg rounds.

  Annie’s neer-ed gift included six of these anti-magic armor-pierg rounds.

  Charlot was simultaneously grateful for Annie’s favor aful that this Silver Rhino was only on loan for three days.

  Casually, Charlot twirled the pistol with fir. As a third-rate sharpshooter with passable aim, he had spent plenty of time practig such tricks in uy. The Silver Rhino spun effortlessly around his wrist, its barrel pointing at different angles.

  Through this “tact,” Charlot realized one advahe Silver Rhino had over the Anti-Space Le Rifle.

  The Anti-Space Le Rifle relied solely on a spatial magazine, whereas the Silver Rhiured an additional spirit energy magazihis magazine could store pressed bullets of spiritual energy, bat energy, blood energy, magid even corrupted energy. Sihe spirit energy magazine didn’t involve space, stored energy bullets would when hidden.

  Clearly, Annie had pulled many strings to acquire this pistol. The spirit energy magazine currently held thirty-five rounds of energy bullets, tributed by at least seven individuals. Each bullet had unique properties, but all packed siderable power, indig the impressive strength of those who crafted them.

  Venie Arsenault, equally fasated by the pistol, pyed with it for a while and pressed a feirit Magic bullets, casting basic Cat Transformation spells. If hit by one, anyone uo resist Venie’s magic would immediately transform into a kitten.

  Sylvie also borrowed the pistol out of curiosity. However, though her swordsmanship surpassed Charlot’s, she had yet to awaken bat energy, making her uo press extraordinary bullets.

  The three of them returo the carriage, where Charlot politely said, “Goodnight, dies,” before climbing into the rear luggage partment.

  Despite being a luggage partment, it offered around four square pimi of space.

  On the Old ti, one pimi was equivalent to approximately 1.15 meters oh—quite different from the Earth equivalent of a naer.

  Charlot had packed ample supplies of water, ale, fruit wine, and food for the jourhe luggage space was rge enough for him to create a fortable sleeping area.

  He alsht plenty of bs. The Ingrima Empire was renowned for its high-quality wool bs, far softer than the cheap wool ba Earth. It was said their sheep produced wool far superior to that of other Old ti nations.

  Meanwhile, Mrs. Nancy settled into the driver’s seat, ed snugly in her own b. Lag the privilege to ride in the main carriage—aainly uo sleep alongside Charlot—she had to make do with her current position.