Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 142: Intimate Interaction

My blood is burning.

That was the sensation engulfing Charlotte and Roel. It felt like something hidden deep in their bodies was coming to life with a roar, as if their ancient bloodlines had gained sentience. Mana flowed between their bodies through the envelope and amazingly formed a complete cycle.

But what happened afterward was a huge explosion.

It was not a physical explosion but an explosion of mana and consciousness. Blinding light gushed out of their bodies, forcing the two of them to shut their eyes. However, what they were met with wasn’t darkness but an unbelievable sight.

It was a sea view that extended to the horizon. Dozens of ships came together to form a fleet. The bow of the ships had an artistic sculpture made out of precious metals and gemstones that resembled a golden rose.

Birds circled in the sunny sky above.

An auburn beauty was looking into the distance when she sensed their presence and turned around. Her solemn but playful gaze traversed across the boundaries of space-time to meet the gazes of the duo peeking into this sea view.

“!”

This exchange of gazes lasted only for a second before the unbelievable image dissipated into nothing. A blood-colored aura flowed on the surface of Roel’s body as Grandar’s skeleton avatar manifested into appearance. His eyes were fixated on the envelope in Roel’s hands.

On the other hand, Charlotte was also staring at the envelope with eyes filled with disbelief as she silently muttered a phrase.

“… The Golden Fleet.”

“Young miss!”

“Young master!”

As soon as the flash of light vanished, the door to the room was immediately pushed open forcefully as the guards from both sides rushed in. The scene descended into momentary chaos as the guards drew their swords and scanned the surroundings warily for potential enemies, though most of their attention was drawn to the envelope on the table.

“Young miss, please remove your hand from the envelope!”

“Young master?”

Grace and Anna’s worried voices sounded behind each of the recipients.

Roel hesitantly retracted his ha

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