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

Chapter 404 Let's see who can outmaneuver whom!

Dinner at the Castle of Plenty was dull and depressing.

The red dragon cast a shadow over everyone, and although the latter fled in disarray, the atmosphere in the castle remained heavy.

The servants walked on thin ice, afraid of making a mistake, and dared not look directly at the dark cloud on the lord's face, lest they incur his wrath.

Tashina assessed the situation and then left.

She herself is extremely ambitious and would never follow Roman closely; that wouldn't be a princess, that would be a servant.

After dinner, Roman carried his tray and led Shasta back to the dormitory.

The petite girl lay on the soft bed, her face pale and her lips as delicate and white as winter snowflakes. A soft, thin blanket covered her body, her breasts muffled like hills, but her expression was as if she were in a nightmare, murmuring something.

The arrival of Roman and Shasta woke the sleeping girl.

She awoke from a deep dream, turned her head, and saw Roman walking sideways towards her. The candlelight in the dormitory cast shadows on his back, highlighting his figure perfectly—strong and upright, with striking features, a striking interplay of light and shadow, and deep lines. His crimson eyes, reflected in the candlelight, shone exceptionally brightly, unforgettable, and she would never forget them for the rest of her life…

"Have something to eat." He placed the plate on the bedside table next to him.

Margaret suddenly realized that he cared about her a lot, that he cared if she was hungry, and that he would bring her food. He had her in his heart.

This sudden and unexpected discovery made her heart skip a beat, as if it had been disturbed by an unknown bird feather, leaving her feeling slightly itchy.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry..."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I didn't kill her."

“Mary, this is not your fault.”

“We had a chance. I failed. Idne dispelled my spell, but if we pursued her…”

None of them will escape; the Red Dragon and the Ego Witch will both be dragged to hell by her.

“If the price of this pursuit is your life, then you’d be better off lying in my arms.” He held a spoon to Margaret’s lips.

Roman had no doubt that the Red Dragon and Idne were capable of a counterattack. Any high-level unit has the instinct to fight fiercely, and once pushed to the brink, it will definitely try to take someone down with it.

Exchanging pieces results in mutual destruction, and unless it's a direct confrontation, players will not choose to exchange pieces.

Because they all believe that their own pieces are more valuable than the opponent's pieces.

"I'm fine with anything." Margaret closed her eyes, the touch on her head feeling comforting and reassuring. She said this, but would she still feel this warmth in the other world?
Every time the thought arose in her mind, she felt afraid, afraid of losing it, and thus became hesitant and timid.

"Your duty is to protect my safety, not to slay dragons." He reached out and tucked the stray bloody hair behind her ear, his rough, calloused fingers brushing her face. He spoke softly and gently, as if afraid of frightening her, of frightening a delicate girl lying in bed.

But she knew what she was.

A humanoid calamity that thirsts for slaughter, an evil curse that brings death, and a scarlet witch who chases the shadows of the underworld.

Idne. The Ego witch broke her spell, but in doing so, opened a door to the underworld.

The prophet forbade her to explore the Netherworld, Lord Thunder believed that magic originated from within, and the world believed it was an illusion created by the spellcaster after taking a potion.

But she actually glimpsed it, and her whole body trembled with excitement, the scene in her dream becoming increasingly profound and heavy.

Thousands of scarlet hues, the shadowy dragon moving about, and the deeper secrets hidden behind that dragon's shadow.

Those were things unseen in the past. The earth was undergoing a transformation, and some terrifying truths were about to be revealed. The dragons came for this reason; it was a sign of the Dragon King's wrath.

"Your Highness, do you wish to learn magic?" Margaret gazed at the scroll Roman had tucked into his waistband; it was the Silver Moon spell she had seen before.

"good."

“Then I’ll teach you,” Shasta said.

"Okay," Roman agreed. Right here in the dormitory, there were no better candidates than them.

Mastering magic is no easy task, even for someone who has browsed many spell scrolls; a guide is needed.

The first spell Roman needed to master wasn't the Silver Moon spell, but rather 'meditation,' a fundamental spell. The witch skillfully used hand gestures and incantations to enhance the effects of meditation.

For knights, it's much harder. No knight can endure such a tedious period of meditation. It requires a lot of time and the spells they learn are not very strong, only basic spells.

“His Majesty Ionus is highly skilled in magic,” Shasta told him, while Margaret listened quietly and obediently beside him.

Roman knew about this. Ionus's skill couldn't be simply attributed to magical prowess; it was more like a kind of magical spell that suppressed all the conquering knights.

But he wondered to himself, how exactly did Ionus do that?
—Anyway, those seated witches don't have that ability.

Ultimately, Roman could only attribute it to the fact that he was indeed the greatest knight of the Iron Age, and it was understandable that he had his special qualities.

Conqueror Knights are purely violent war units.

The essence of combat is simple: kill the opponent with the simplest actions and the fastest speed.

Without a supporting system, the efficiency of a warrior knight in mastering magic is extremely slow, so they never deliberately pursue the power of magic.

Those shallow spells are useless even if you master them; they will only waste your time.

Following Shasta's advice, Roman emptied his mind and gradually sensed the energy surging within him.

With the rhythm of breathing, with the beat of the heart, with the flow of blood...

Energy is the body's vital energy. When he concentrates, he can unleash a powerful slash that can injure people from a distance, even though the power is not strong. It is the body's instinct to use energy.

“I sensed it,” Roman said, opening his eyes.

Shasta looked at Margaret with some doubt and suspicion, only to find that the latter was very calm.

"Are you sure?" she asked, only a few minutes had passed.

People who are new to magic often mistake certain instinctive bodily reactions for the flow of energy. Even newly awakened witches can get confused and make wrong judgments.

“I’m sure,” Roman said confidently. He now understood why higher-ranking warrior knights were more likely to master magic.

Because they have abundant energy in their bodies, which is easy to mobilize.

Knights of ranks one, two, and three are low-rank knights; knights of ranks four and five are mid-rank knights; only knights of rank six are considered high-rank knights.

Tier 6 is a threshold. The Dawn Knight Keton who intercepted Grimm was Tier 6. Even without magic, he could channel the energy within his body through his extraordinary equipment.

Some White Knights are also high-ranking knights, so they can actively unleash sword light, rather than relying on instinctive techniques like sword force.

“It’s incredible…” Shasta murmured. She had grown up with the prophet, and during the conquest, a fifth-tier knight would take several days to sense the energy.

Because energy itself is a very mysterious concept, it is impossible to empathize with it. Because knowledge is difficult to spread, the knights of conquest only learn useless things such as combat, etiquette, loyalty, and emblems, making it difficult to form a unified concept.

You say "city gate tower," but he interprets it as "hip joint," which is like the blind men and the elephant.

In comparison, her master's learning speed was too fast, as if she hadn't encountered any obstacles and had overcome them in the blink of an eye.

Shasta realized this and felt an overwhelming joy, unable to contain his excitement. "You will surely become the second His Majesty the Conqueror... even surpass him."

"That's for sure, I am destiny. I will create an era even greater than the Iron Age, a glorious and eternal epoch!" Roman accepted all the praise and lavishly boasted about himself.

For him, doing well is the only normal thing to do; otherwise, he would be unworthy of the title bestowed upon him by destiny.

He was too busy with official duties in the past, having to review all matters, big and small, to have the time or foundation to learn magic—even if he had learned magic, he wouldn't know who to use it to improve.

It is different now.

Let's gather a batch of Silvermoon Knights first.

It's just a roll!
Let's see who can outmaneuver whom!

I'll crush every single one of you!

(End of this chapter)