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

Chapter 30 The Attendant, Gweil

Early morning, mist.

Today marks the 10th day since Roman arrived in Sig.

He arrived at the manor hall.

Origin Manor had only been established a short time ago, and everything was quite rudimentary, but Roman was full of confidence in the future.

He was seated at the table with Aaron, Green, and Gweil.

The knights of conquest hold a high status; some have fiefdoms, some don't. They might not be qualified to sit at the table in the Grand Duchy, but they certainly are in the town of Sig.

Roman valued Gweil highly and made her his close attendant.

He sat casually in the main seat, picked up a piece of bread, and was about to take a bite when he saw Gweil. Roman thought for a moment and asked, "Gweil, how old are you?"

Although Gweil chose to go home.

But Roman wasn't foolish enough to actually send the little witch back; keeping her at Origin Manor was the best option.

The little witch, now with a completely new look, seemed uneasy, tiptoeing around like a squirrel.

She stared blankly at the white bread, fried venison steak, roasted wild boar, stewed bear meat, thick vegetable soup, cheese...

Her nostrils twitched slightly, but she was afraid of being noticed, so she twitched very gently. She smelled the sweet and rich fragrance lingering in the air, which made her mouth water and she kept swallowing.

She wanted to touch it, but dared not, because she hadn't been given permission. Yet, she really wanted to eat it, and her heart was caught in a dilemma. When she returned to Origin Manor with Roman last night, it was very late. Roman handed her over to the butler Seth, and the old gentleman directed the maid to take her to the temporary bathroom. Without saying a word, he gave her a thorough wash and then sent her to a habitable wooden cabin. Hearing her stomach growling, he even brought her dinner—a bowl of hot wheat porridge, a plate of diced salted meat, and some cold bread slices.

To be precise, that meal was the most decent meal she had ever eaten in her life.

But compared to the feast before them, it seemed far inferior.

Gweil had never seen such a lavish plating and dishes. Even when she went with her parents to borrow grain from the agricultural official Mor when she was a child, she had never seen such a wide variety of delicacies on Mor's table.

I really want to eat this! Can I eat it? Is this really for me?

She was torn. The clothes she was wearing were a temporary gift from Roman's maid. Although they didn't fit her perfectly, the comfortable fabric was much better than her previous linen clothes.

The bed was warm yesterday, and she slept soundly. When the maid woke her up, she felt like her whole body was limp.

Just like that Ms. Shasta, the people here didn't despise her for being a jinx.

The serious-looking old man led her here, probably to invite her to eat, but is she actually allowed to eat...?

Roman called her name again, "Gervais!"

When Gweil heard this, she was so frightened that she jumped up from her chair. She lost her balance and nearly hit her head on the table. At that critical moment, Green, who had been watching her, reached out and nimbly grabbed Gweil by the back of the neck, lifting her up and making her stand up again.

Gweil looked at Roman timidly.

Roman pressed his palm down, signaling the unfortunate child to calm down, and then asked, "Gervais, how old are you this year?"

The girl blinked first, then hurriedly raised her hands in front of her eyes, her ten fingers moving rhythmically as if playing a piano, but what she was playing was clearly not a beautiful melody—Roman's question had stumped her.

She was at a loss, "Ten years old... no, eleven years old..."

Roman smiled. He knew that Gweil was very young, only about 1.3 meters tall, probably around twelve or thirteen years old. She had long, coarse black hair and timid brown eyes like a fawn. She was quite thin, even bony.

Her arms were as thin as firewood, and her cheeks were sunken, making her look like a skinny little monkey. Only her big eyes remained lively, which, combined with her gaunt appearance, made her look rather frightening.

It's unbelievable that this unfortunate child is still alive.

Anyone else would have died in the mountains long ago. Roman asked her age just to start a conversation; he said, "Gerva, you know who I am, right?"

Gweil said timidly, "I know, you are the lord."

Roman nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, you are now my personal attendant. A personal attendant is someone who stays by my side. You eat whatever I eat. Alright, you can eat now."

Gweil sat down with a puzzled expression. She didn't understand the meaning of "attendant," but Roman's words were very straightforward, and she felt that she understood. Moreover, she felt extremely relieved that Roman had specifically mentioned this.

So, after Gweil sat down, she didn't use the knife and fork in front of her plate. Instead, she quickly grabbed a piece of white bread and stuffed it into her mouth, puffing out her cheeks like a starving ghost.

Seeing that Gavier was eating very enthusiastically, Aaron, who was sitting opposite her, quietly pushed a glass of milk next to him to Gavier's plate.

But Gweil was not choked.

She swallowed a lot, but chewed slowly and carefully, breaking all the food into very small pieces before swallowing it.

Seth frowned as he watched, and was about to go up and teach her dining etiquette when Roman stopped him.

The child is afraid of being hungry; we'll gradually correct that later.

Roman was extremely patient with Gweil, after all, he had finally managed to snatch her away from Shasta.

After breakfast, Roman led everyone to inspect the work in Sig Town.

As Gweil approached the town, a sense of trepidation washed over her. She began to feel uneasy.

Roman entered Sig town and found that yesterday's progress was quite good; more than 30 tons of fertilizer had been piled up just in sight.

With so many people mobilized, most residents of Sige Town treated collecting manure as a chore and cooperated very well.

Of course, it could also be because of the free lunch and the wheat reward.

Upon receiving the news, Mohr immediately came to greet Roman.

Behind him followed a farmer couple with frightened expressions.

“Mr. Roman, these two are Had Nova and Sima Nova, Miss Gweil Nova’s parents.”

When the two men saw Roman and Gweil, especially the latter, Had's legs went weak, and he knelt down, begging for mercy: "Your esteemed lord, please have mercy! This devil is not my daughter. Please don't burn us!"

Gweil's eyes had initially lit up, but her expression dimmed again after hearing her father's words.

Roman said indifferently, "Gervais is now my personal attendant. From today onwards, when you see her, you will see me as if I were her!"

Witches were stigmatized in the eyes of ordinary people.

This was thanks to the church's vigorous propaganda and cruel methods; if a witch was discovered, her entire family would be burned to death.

This made mortals afraid of being associated with witches, such as avoiding snakes and scorpions.

Had was overjoyed to hear Roman's words. The church represented fairness and justice, while the noble lord represented power and status. Now that Gweil had become the lord's attendant, his whole family would be spared from death!
Sima suddenly said, "My lord, a witch came to us the other day..."

Had pulled hard on his wife's arm, but Sima still insisted on telling him what happened that night.

Roman remained calm and nodded, saying, "I understand. Don't let this get out. Go do your work."

"Praise be to the lord!" Had hurriedly said, then grabbed Sima and fled as if they were escaping.

However, when Sima turned around, her expression and face as she looked at Gweil were complicated, and Gweil looked at her mother with reluctance.

(End of this chapter)