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

Chapter 412 Ionus's Prophetic Dream
Dreams encompass many things: the past, present, future, symbolism, revelation, and more.

"Youmeng" refers to all deep and dark dreams.

What Roman really needs are scholars, who are skilled at interpreting dreams, but the City of Dreams will not send scholars to answer Roman's questions.

When Roman asked Shasta, she felt somewhat embarrassed and guilty. She hadn't studied the dream in depth, but she suspected that the dream might be related to her.

She mentioned this to Roman before going to bed last night, and as a result, Roman actually dreamed of some strange things. Is there a connection between the two?

Or perhaps she shouldn't have taught magic to Roman in the first place? Was it those spells that disturbed his dreams, dragged him into the underworld, and tainted him with an ominous curse?

It is said that without exception, those who have touched the Netherworld have all met with bad ends, either dying a terrible death or falling into eternal darkness.

The Prophet also mentioned that when teaching magic, one must explain the situation and treat magic as a 'tool' to be used. One must never try to uncover the underlying principles, otherwise one will encounter the devil...

As Shasta thought of this, his heart suddenly trembled.

Roman, however, looked relaxed; he had slept well for the first time in months. Although nightmares usually torment the dreamer, leaving them pale upon waking.

"I'll go call Margaret." Shasta couldn't sit still any longer, so she draped herself in a deep purple silk robe and went off, quickly bringing in the Scarlet Witch from next door.

After Margaret came in, she sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word, like a sullen young wife, which was very much in line with her taciturn style.

“Mary, I had a dream…” Roman whispered the message from his dream.

Margaret's eyes lit up, and then grew brighter and brighter.

She concluded: "The vast battlefield of dragons and gods, the armies clashing against each other... the overwhelming darkness, the footsteps in the darkness... and the last pungent smell you caught?"

“Yes.” Roman nodded. “You explain it to me.”

“The first one is related to this land. This war may have occurred at some point in the past, present, or future.” Margaret spoke with radiant eyes. Roman had never seen her like this before; her fair face seemed to be glowing.

Did she see him as one of her own? And was that why she was overjoyed? Roman wondered to himself.

That's right. She liked and admired him from the start, but Roman didn't understand her pursuit and never would.

Roman simply respects Margaret's hobbies; as long as it doesn't affect his plans, whatever you say is right.

Margaret was deceived by his false attitude.

The Scarlet Witch was naive and easily deceived, unaware that he was only pitying her and believed that she was starved for love.

"The second is revelation, it's telling you that it's coming..."

"Who?"

Dengdeng!

A maid's voice came from outside the door: "Your Highness, Princess Tashina wishes to see you; she says she has important business to discuss."

Princess Stainless Steel never visits other people's homes or gets to know them well unless it's for important business.

That beautiful yet cold woman was like a hard white stone on a high mountain.

Roman glanced at the radiant Margaret, his interest immediately dampened by a bucket of ice water, and turned to reply, "Have her wait for me in the lobby for a while."

"Yes, Your Highness." The maid withdrew.

Roman walked to the wardrobe, and Shasta helped him put on his clothes.

"Who is it?" Roman casually asked, continuing the unfinished question.

A hint of doubt flickered in Margaret's eyes: "I don't know either. Perhaps it's your fate reminding you."

"What about the third one?"

“You’ve provided too little information. I have no way of knowing what that pungent smell is,” Margaret said.

She glanced at Roman, hesitated, as if she wanted to ask something, but then gave up.

Autumn has long since arrived, and the temperature drops sharply in the early morning.

Roman entered the castle hall, dressed in a black velvet bodysuit, high leather boots embroidered with intricate gold iron rings, a bright red half-cloak hanging from his shoulders, an amber brooch pinned to his chest, and a milky white jade inlaid in the center of his wide belt. Even at noon, he did not feel hot.

"Princess, is something the matter?" He had barely sat down when he grabbed a piece of white bread, neatly spread some marigold jam on it, and popped it into his mouth. "The pirates and the Papacy fought a battle outside Iron Flower Castle," Princess White Steel said succinctly.

One sentence was enough to keep Roman under control for three seconds.

His expression gradually turned solemn, and he repeated, "A battle?"

"That's right, it's a full-scale battle, and both sides have deployed high-level combat forces!"

"Who's winning?"

"By your standards, no one has won."

Roman had always felt that a victory in defending the city was not a real win. He straightened his back, leaned against the back of his high chair, and stroked his chin with a look of sudden realization.

"So that's what dreams are all about!"

Tashina narrowed her eyes upon hearing this. Her intelligence was superior to Roman's; the latter had devoted all his efforts to defending against Markel's surprise attack.

Theoretically speaking, the development of the situation on Earth was shrouded in chaos for him...

Tasina abruptly asked, "You had a precognitive dream?"

"you know too?"

“Of course, Lord Roman, the witches on the Black Iron side call it Dream, while the witches on the Ego side call it Dragon Dream. And Ionus calls it Prophecy Dream…” Tassina said calmly, but her heart was far from calm.

Ionus conquered the land not only with his unparalleled Iron Army, but also with the inspiration he received from his dreams.

Nothing can be hidden from him, nothing can be stopped him.

Therefore, Ionus won many battles and created a miracle of the times.

She possesses the pure bloodline of the ancient gods, so why has she never encountered the deep, dark dream?

Tashina suddenly clenched her fists.

She hadn't minded about it before, but now a new apocalypse was unfolding before her.

The ruler who led humanity through the dark ages this time was not her, the son of Ionus? But the son of Ulster?

How...how could this be!

'No! I don't believe this result! According to the court secrets written by Ionus, a savior is destined to emerge from among the descendants of the kings, and this savior will stand up when the end comes, ushering in an era of peace, eternity, and happiness for the world... My teachers, my white knights, they told me, they told me since I was a child, that only one person will save the earth in the future, only me...'

Roman called her twice, but only saw Tashina lost in thought, seemingly pondering something.

“Your Highness Tana!” Roman tapped the table with his knuckles.

Tasina snapped out of her daze and closed her emerald green eyes.

"I would like to ask His Majesty the Conqueror why he calls it a precognitive dream?"

Tashina paused for a moment before saying, "Because Ionus can also foresee the future in his dreams, he believes that an unprecedented catastrophe will occur. For humanity to survive that calamity, it must unite the seven kingdoms to protect the land. And the kings of the land have an inescapable responsibility, and their descendants are destined to continue this fate... to protect humanity..."

As she revealed that secret, she secretly wondered what kind of awareness the conquerors had when they established order.

No one can deny that Ionus was the greatest knight of mankind, emerging from the Dark Ages.

When he aspired to be king, he became the wisest and most outstanding monarch.

Conquering north and south, Ionus was invincible, becoming the widely respected conqueror of the Iron.

And the people who had suffered greatly and lived in constant fear supported him from the bottom of their hearts.

During his more than thirty years of rule, the people prospered, the order was good, and there were no more disputes. It was a golden age that had not been seen for hundreds of years.

But under those circumstances, why would they still choose to launch an expedition to the Dark Sea?
If he has precognitive dreams, shouldn't he be able to predict the future?

Even so, he still went.

Moving forward relentlessly, with no turning back...

(End of this chapter)