I Became A Thief Who Steals Overpowered Skills

A Date with Charlotte.

Living long enough to hear such words from Charlotte, Kraush was left speechless.

“Follow me.”

Then, as if rejecting any thought of refusal, Charlotte turned her body and walked away.

Kraush, who was staring blankly at her retreating figure, hurriedly followed her.

He couldn’t even think of rejecting Charlotte’s words.

Above all, as Charlotte mentioned, he owed her a lot recently.

Kraush, in his own way, was mindful of the debt he owed to Charlotte.

So, he couldn’t possibly ignore her words.

‘A date, what on earth is she planning?’

Though Kraush was clearly Charlotte’s younger brother, he couldn’t grasp her actions.

She always acted according to her own principles.

She was a person whose patterns were completely unpredictable.

Perhaps because he was walking behind Charlotte, they caught quite a lot of attention from passersby.

Kraush kept his head as low as possible, following Charlotte to avoid being recognized.

“Uh, Noona…”

He called Charlotte in a quiet voice that couldn’t be heard by others.

“Call me Unnie.”

When Kraush was momentarily dumbfounded and stared blankly at her,

she showed her signature smile, raising only the corners of her mouth as usual.

“I’m joking.”

Charlotte’s jokes were always hard to pin down.

“What is it you want to say?”

“Whatever it is you’re planning for this ‘date,’ wouldn’t it be better if I undid this appearance at the very least?”

Kraush, willing to follow her, asked her to at least let him change his appearance.

However, Charlotte tilted her head.

“The place we’re going to now is probably better suited to that look.”

Kraush tilted his head in confusion at Charlotte’s words.

He soon realized where she was heading and lifted his gaze.

In front of him stood a beautifully constructed building.

The rounded roof and densely placed pillars gave off a temple-like atmosphere.

Moreover, the flowing waterways and blooming flowers in the surrounding area, illuminated by the setting sun, created a stunningly beautiful scene.

Kraush also realized where they were.

‘Rahern Academy Noblewomen’s Association.’

It was the meeting place for noblewomen of Rahern Academy, where they would drink tea and exchange casual conversations.

Currently, it primarily consisted of first-generation students.

On the surface, it appeared to be a space for casual chats and tea-drinking, but in reality, it was a battleground for power struggles.

In fact, most of the major rumors within Rahern Academy originated here.

Male nobles didn’t bother forming a similar association, but they would often plant their confidants in the group to gather information.

Kraush found it surprising that Charlotte had brought him to this place.

When he turned to her to ask why, she smiled with the corners of her lips lifted.

“There’ve been lots of interesting rumors lately. I thought they might be useful for you.”

In other words, Charlotte was telling him to gather information here to help with his future life at Rahern Academy.

Realizing this was an act of consideration from her, Kraush briefly showed a surprised expression.

Kraush had been working tirelessly to establish himself as a central figure among the second-generation.

Thanks to his efforts, he had successfully risen to that position.

However, as he had focused so much on the second-generation students, his knowledge of the first-generations’ power dynamics and information was lacking.

Now that he had become the focal point of the second-generation, it was time for him to advance and become the center of the first-generation as well.

Thus, Kraush had been pondering where to gather information on the first-generations’ power structure.

And yet, here he was.

Just when he was contemplating, Charlotte had appeared and brought him to the noblewomen’s association, making it easier for him to obtain information.

‘She said she’d make me repay my debt.’

But wasn’t this just piling up more debt?

While he was thinking that, Charlotte, without hesitation, strode into the association with long, confident steps.

Her bold demeanor clearly suggested she was a regular visitor here.

“Oh, Charlotte?”

“Is that Charlotte Valheim?”

“My goodness, Lady Charlotte Valheim has come.”

“Isn’t this the first time she’s visited here?”

As Charlotte stepped into the building, the noblewomen inside looked visibly surprised.

More than that, for someone who walked with such confident and commanding steps, it turned out that this was Charlotte’s first time at the noblewomen’s association as well.

If anything, it was quintessentially Charlotte.

“Charlotte?”

Soon, Kraush heard a voice that instantly soured his mood.

As he slowly shifted his gaze toward the voice, it was exactly as he had expected—a woman with sea-colored hair stood there.

Her appearance was more elegant than others, exuding an aristocratic aura, with intelligent eyes that shone through her refined demeanor.

The owner of those jewel-like blue eyes was none other than the third imperial princess, Sigrid Ephania.

Kraush barely managed to keep his face from scowling the moment he saw her.

It wasn’t surprising that displeasure flashed in Sigrid’s eyes—after all, the noblewomen’s association was effectively her territory, and Charlotte’s sudden entrance was unexpected.

Still, Sigrid was no ordinary individual.

Before Charlotte’s gaze could meet hers, Sigrid quickly fixed her expression.

“Pleasure to see you. I didn’t expect you to come here. What brings you here?”

Sigrid asked with an overly friendly tone, to which Charlotte responded with a short snort.

“I didn’t come to see you.”

Without the slightest hesitation, she ignored Sigrid.

Sigrid’s finely groomed eyebrows twitched briefly.

It was a natural reaction to being openly snubbed.

Kraush, watching the exchange, realized anew how Charlotte treated everyone except himself.

Supreme and unrivaled.

That phrase suited her perfectly. Charlotte was merciless to anyone she didn’t like.

Her hostility grew even stronger when dealing with someone like Sigrid, with whom she had an inherently antagonistic relationship.

‘Now I see why Sigrid and Charlotte could never get along.’

From the beginning, their personalities were just too different.

The only thing they had in common was their shared narcissism, each believing they were the best in the world.

“Haha, I see.”

Sigrid forced a smile before turning her gaze to Kraush this time.

She then gave him a polite, curious smile.

“But this must be a guest I haven’t seen before. Who might you be?”

Naturally, Sigrid hadn’t noticed Kraush’s true identity.

Behind her smile lay a hint of curiosity.

If he was someone important enough for Charlotte to bring along, he should have been someone she recognized. Yet, there was no recollection of him in her memory.

That alone was enough to pique her interest.

Moreover, apart from his hair color, he bore a striking resemblance to Charlotte.

To Sigrid, Charlotte was a bundle of variables.

So, in this cycle, Charlotte, the ultimate wildcard, was someone Sigrid intended to keep a close eye on, not knowing where she might strike next.

As if reading the room, Charlotte casually reached out and wrapped an arm around Kraush’s shoulder.

Charlotte, already quite tall, stood even taller than Kraush in his current female form.

The result was that Charlotte’s gesture resembled an embrace, as she twisted the corners of her lips into a sly smile.

“My lover.”

Kraush froze. Sigrid froze.

It was such an outrageous statement that neither knew how to react.

But Charlotte, having dropped her verbal bombshell, sauntered away with ease.

She walked to the seat of honor in the center of the hall, pulled out the chair, and sat down with a commanding air.

Then she gestured for Kraush to join her.

Charlotte’s unpredictability was truly exhausting.

By now, Kraush’s head was spinning, and he could feel the onset of a headache.

Sigrid, too, seemed to be at her limit, as her stunned expression was still fixed on Kraush.

After all, in Sigrid’s mind, Charlotte wasn’t the type to make jokes about lovers—especially not publicly.

“Lover?”

“A lover, you say?”

The issue wasn’t just with Sigrid.

Every woman in the hall, who had been eavesdropping since Charlotte’s entrance, reacted.

All their eyes turned to Kraush at once, brimming with interest, curiosity, and other emotions.

Among those gazes, there was even—surprisingly—jealousy.

‘Jealousy? Seriously?’

Dumbfounded, Kraush instinctively raised his hand to rub the back of his neck but stopped himself abruptly.

If he did something suspicious and revealed his identity, it would cause major problems.

So, Kraush obediently went to sit beside Charlotte.

“Hmm, so this is what the interior looks like.”

Charlotte said as she glanced around the meeting hall, seemingly oblivious to Kraush’s discomfort.

The hall was filled with the latest trendy furniture, flowers, and other decorations meant to captivate noblewomen.

Since Sigrid was in charge of this place, it was obvious that these items had been carefully sourced under her leadership.

‘It’s the perfect setup—showcasing the Empire’s power while crafting an image of Sigrid as a generous benefactor.’

Kraush felt a wave of discomfort rise, but he held it back.

Anything involving Sigrid always left him feeling queasy, to the point where it was nearly reflexive.

“Hahaha! It really is Charlotte!”

At that moment, another voice boomed across the hall.

Kraush turned his head toward the voice, already familiar with its tone.

There stood another woman, exuding confidence.

She wore a crimson jacket bearing the emblem of the Magic Studies Department, with its hem stylishly elongated, paired with a shirt so short it revealed a sliver of her stomach.

Her ash-gray hair was tied up, adorned with a bright yellow accessory, and her round glasses gave her a unique charm.

Clang!

Her shark-like teeth clinked together as she grinned boldly.

The top student of the first-generation Magic Studies, just as Charlotte was the top of the Martial Studies.

She was a woman destined to ascend as one of the Ten Greatest Under the Heavens, eventually earning the title of the Thunder King.

It was Taria Vales.

Among the Skyborne Generation, aside from Charlotte, she was the fastest to rise to the ranks of the Ten Greatest Under the Sky and was a specialist in lightning-based magic.

‘If I recall, she’s already referred to as a 7th-circle Magic Major.’

In swordsmanship terms, she had already reached the level of an intermediate master.

Her age? Barely 16 years old.

Considering her current age, her accomplishments were undeniably extraordinary.

‘In the first-generation, the top graduates of both the martial and magical disciplines were women, while in the second-generation, both top graduates were men.’

Ironically, it created quite an intriguing dynamic.

She walked up to Charlotte with a chuckle.

“What brings you here? I thought the noble Charlotte disliked such gatherings?”

When she asked with a hint of provocation, Charlotte glanced at her and shrugged lightly.

“I do as I please.”

Not denying her nobility was very much like Charlotte.

“Hehe, that’s so Charlotte.”

Despite Charlotte’s cold response, she laughed it off effortlessly.

She seemed to have quite a bold personality herself.

Moreover, she displayed a certain level of closeness toward Charlotte.

Judging by her demeanor, it was clear she had spoken to Charlotte numerous times before.

‘They weren’t supposed to be close originally.’

Charlotte wasn’t even supposed to come to Rahern Academy in the first place.

Likewise, Taria shouldn’t have had any connection to Charlotte.

She would have simply returned to her magic tower once the academy term ended.

However, due to Kraush, Charlotte ended up attending Rahern Academy, and the two became connected.

Perhaps this connection might lead to yet another result.

‘If things go well.’

Taria, who had previously confined herself to her magic tower and paid no mind to anything like the Skyborne Generation, might be drawn into the fold.

It was at that moment, as Kraush pondered this and casually glanced at Taria, their eyes met.

Her eyes curved naturally, and the emotion contained within them was unexpectedly intense, causing Kraush to feel a brief moment of doubt.

Before he could question it further, Taria suddenly tugged lightly at her turtleneck sweater, just enough for Kraush to see.

The moment Kraush saw what was engraved there, his eyes slowly widened.

“Hello, nice to meet you. I don’t know who you are, but you seem close to Charlotte, little sibling.”

As Kraush let out a short sigh internally at her curved smile, his gaze fell upon the mark on her neck.

It was none other than a black star.

And Kraush immediately recognized the identity of the person marked with the black star.

Taria Vales.

She was the very agent planted by Crimson Garden within Rahern Academy.

【 One secret to share. 】

In that moment, letters appeared before Kraush’s eyes.

She had used messaging magic in the blink of an eye.

Her sharp gaze swept across the hall.

【 There’s an agent planted here by the Black Witch. 】

And then, the incident unfolded.

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