Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 513.2: Start With Ten Draws (2)

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Roel opened his eyes to an empty room.

Looking out of the window, he noticed that the afternoon sun had dimmed considerably. He took a quick glance at the hanging clock and saw that two hours had passed since he fell asleep. Even so, he didn’t rush to get up right away.

Instead, he pinched the center of his brows to dispel his grogginess before slowly organizing the information he had gathered from the conversation he had had with Grandar.

Without a doubt, he had gathered plenty of explosively shocking information from Grandar this time around. In particular, the knowledge about the cause of Grandar’s death and his stance on the Savior deepened the trust between them.

It was a fruitful visit.

After he was done organizing his thoughts, Roel looked at his hanging clock once more and knew that it was about time for him to head to his next appointment. There was more than one ancient god he had to visit today.

Recalling the words Charlotte had said prior to her departure, Roel rose to his feet and headed to the glasshouse where Charlotte was fond of having her tea. Before he could enter the glasshouse, a maid stopped him and informed him about the situation inside.

“Lord Roel, our young miss is asleep inside.”

“Got it,” Roel replied with a nod.

He spent a moment in thought before ordering the maid to bring a blanket over.

Three months had passed since he left Saint Freya Academy to chase after Charlotte’s convoy, and the seasons had moved from autumn to winter. While Rosa had a warmer climate, being located closer to the north, the temperature would still plummet in the late afternoon.

Worried that Charlotte might catch a cold, Roel took the blanket from the maid and quietly entered the glasshouse. He soon spotted Charlotte napping away on a soft reclining chair with Grace standing guard beside her.

Grace acknowledged Roel’s presence with a polite nod before she excused herself from the room. Her tactfulness left Roel feeling weirdly sheepish, but he didn’t stop her from leaving.

He slowly made his way toward Charlot

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