You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 298 Abundant City

Roman did not return to Origin City after the war ended.

He was stationed directly at the Earl's Castle in the territory of Kande.

This approach can exert maximum deterrence on the residents of this land.

They can react quickly to anything that happens within their territory.

Roman held immense prestige in Origin City. The people of Origin City not only revered him but also genuinely loved and respected him.

But the people of this land are not so fortunate.

They all wanted to kill him. It would be normal for someone to be ambushed if they saw him walking alone at night.

Alas, it won't be easy to bring these people under the king's rule; it will take at least three to five years of reformation.

This also means that as long as Roman is patient, his rule will be firmly established in three to five years.

However, building a new territory requires a significant investment of human, material, and energy resources.

The supplies transported from Origin City alone were measured in tons.

……

Kande Castle.

The jihadist army tidied up the place, and Roman moved in with his bags, patiently waiting for the supplies to be delivered.

During this time, he also discussed with a group of knights, captains, witches, and civilian officials what to name the land and castle.

The new dynasty has a refined administration.

Roman conquered this land with four victories.

Calling it Kant's Pass or Kant's Castle would no longer be appropriate.

We need to develop a new sense of identity as soon as possible.

“Should we give our ferry crossing downstream a name too?” Dick said.

That was, after all, the place where the King of the Valley left the pass, and it was of extraordinary significance.

Roman pondered for a moment and said, "Let's call it 'King's Crossing'."

That area is currently undeveloped, a wild and overgrown forest with only a small section of cleared roads and campsites, but it has enormous potential for future development and could become a town.

There was no disagreement about this.

The sweeping battle went very well; although there were some losses, it was much better than expected.

They were all in a relaxed and carefree mood.

Green said, "Here?"

“Plenty City,” Roman said.

He wants to bring a large number of farming tools from Origin City, isn't it all for the purpose of developing this place into a prosperous and wealthy place?

"Ah, bountiful?"

“If not now, can’t it be later?” Roman rolled his eyes at Green. “I want to give everyone on this land a piece of advice: ‘Cultivation is better than gold.’”

"I hope so."

"You guys need to do a good job."

"Okay, okay, let's do it."

In a few words, the group decided on the name that would accompany this land for thousands of years to come.

When people of later generations talk about this city, they are always amazed by its abundance and think it lives up to its name, but they can no longer imagine the scene when the name was first born, when the great emperors and epic figures of mankind were chatting and laughing at the dinner table.

……

After lunch, Roman called Margaret over.

The castle lacked desks and studies, and the bedrooms were somewhat cold and damp, making it less comfortable than Origin Manor.

Roman had no choice but to speak with Margaret in the hall.

Shasta stood nervously beside Margaret.

"Tell me, what happened that time?"

"...I couldn't help it."

"what?"

“When I see that violence, when I see that blood, I want to kill,” Margaret said softly, her blood-red eyes fixed on Roman through the gaps in her hair.

"So, you're saying I made you my bodyguard, and you're going to abandon me?" Roman had witnessed the scene firsthand; Margaret was wreaking havoc on the battlefield, acting like a madwoman. Fortunately, she retained some semblance of rationality and didn't harm any friendly forces, killing only the Holy War soldiers. "I can't control myself," Margaret said. Roman had seen her insane state before and had spent countless days with the silent Margaret. Seeing her like this for the first time, he couldn't help but be curious about this witch. "If you can't control yourself, will you kill me?"

“Your Highness, Margaret wouldn’t do that!” Shasta interjected.

“I didn’t tell you to speak!” Roman said displeased, then looked at the Blood Witch. “Would you?”

"...I don't know if I'll kill you."

“Margaret!” Shasta exclaimed.

Roman immediately frowned. He was very dissatisfied with this answer, as it was an unstable factor. He felt that Margaret must have some kind of madness.

"You seem fine most of the time."

Margaret was silent for a moment, then knelt on one knee, bowing her head until her long, blood-red hair touched the ground. The witch said, "I am willing to accept any punishment."

Roman was somewhat helpless; he had a very good impression of Margaret.

After all, a good subordinate is hard to find, and Margaret's importance to him ranks among the top three.

Obedient, silent, solitary, elegant, and powerful enough.

It perfectly matched all his fantasies about witches.

But now we can put it another way.

He is taciturn, honest, not good at speaking, and a bit simple-minded.

“I didn’t say I was going to punish you,” he said. “I just wanted to understand the situation.”

Upon hearing this, Margaret's lips moved slightly, and she said, "I long to take other people's lives, to make them bleed dry, and to banish their souls to the underworld..."

"Any more?"

She lowered her head deeply, "I... am in danger."

“Lift it up,” Roman said, sitting in his chair, bending over and reaching out to support Margaret’s chin.

Through her disheveled, blood-red hair, Roman saw that her pupils were beautiful, bright red and clear, like blood-red gemstones, even more translucent than Roman's own crimson eyes, a different color from Neliel's deep blue eyes.

Roman suddenly noticed that Margaret's eyes were darting around, and her expression seemed inexplicably vulnerable.

But Roman preferred to believe he was mistaken; the man before him was indeed a ruthless killer, and someone who was not afraid of killing and death should not be afraid of anything else.

“Your Highness, I am in danger…” Margaret said.

Yes, if it were an ordinary farmer, seeing Margaret's appearance, he would surely throw stones at her.

“I know you’re dangerous. You even said you might kill me too. No one has ever dared to talk to me like that before. You’re the first.”

Margaret remained silent.

Roman discovered that she wasn't just a little naive, but extremely naive, capable of saying anything.

But he just couldn't get angry when he looked at her.

Margaret's face looks so young, like a teenage girl, even though she's several years older than Shasta.

“I… am willing to accept the punishment,” she said.

Roman liked her honesty; she would admit her mistakes and stand at attention even when she was being punished.

"If I hit you, you wouldn't kill me, would you?"

Upon hearing those words, Margaret said, "Your Highness, if that's what you think, then just kill me." A hint of sadness and relief flickered across her beautiful face.

Shasta stood aside, watching this scene with great tension.

Roman immediately realized that Margaret was telling the truth.

She's not someone you can joke with; this guy will really take it seriously.

He changed his tune and said, "Then I'll punish you by making you tidy up my room, so I can sleep comfortably tonight."

"I understand." Margaret finally stood up. "Will I be going to the army?"

She felt that was where she belonged, with the other battle witches.

“I need you to protect me,” Roman said. “That’s more important than anything else.”

"Will you tolerate me?"

"Which of you witches isn't dangerous? As long as you listen to me, I'll tolerate anything."

Margaret received her answer, and her departing figure seemed inexplicably more relaxed.

(End of this chapter)