Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 143 I come from the future

This is a remote mountain far from any town, where withered pines slumber beneath thick snow.

The crunching sound of Ron's footsteps on the snow broke the silence.

Perhaps it was just psychological, but the deeper you went, the colder the air became.

“It’s…it’s just ahead, Mr. Ron.”

The man leading the way stopped in front of a clearing partially surrounded by huge dead trees.

His expression was filled with deep apprehension, and he dared not take another step forward.

Ron stopped, his sharp gaze piercing through the wind and snow, casting it into the dark depths.

Under the wind and snow, a narrow path, clearly frequented by many, leads into the depths, ending at what appears to be a house enclosed by a fence.

After a brief look, Ron strode forward without hesitation.

"Lord Ron, please be careful. If you feel unwell, please return immediately," the man reminded him again.

Ignoring the warnings behind him, Ron walked straight to the fence.

His gaze first swept over the vegetable garden inside the fence, which had clearly been carefully tended but was now completely covered by snow, before finally settling on the low, old wooden house that almost blended into the vast expanse of snow. An indescribable sense of loneliness and desolation washed over him.

The snow in front of the house was flat, with only a shallow footprint. The chimney was not steaming. If someone hadn't pointed it out, it would have been hard to believe that someone lived here.

"I am Ron, and I have come to pay my respects to Princess Isabella."

Ron first stood in front of the yard and greeted them loudly.

Seeing that no one responded for a long time, he simply pushed open the courtyard gate and went inside.

Reaching the front of the wooden house, he raised his hand and gently knocked on the simple wooden door.

Beneath, bee, bee.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent forest.

"anyone there?"

There was silence inside the door.

Ron remained patient and waited patiently.

He could sense that the room was not empty. Even if a person's presence could be concealed, that heavy, destructive aura could not be hidden.

But the other party didn't seem to want to see him and remained silent.

"Looks like there's really no one here?" Ron's lips curled into a playful smile as he raised his voice again, "Then I'll be coming in."

His tone carried a hint of excitement, like that of a burglar about to break into a house.

Inside the room, Isabella: "???"

Kaka...

The locked wooden door creaked, and the other party actually intended to force their way into the house, and the noise grew louder and louder.

Judging from their posture, it seemed as if they were about to kick the door down and break in if it wasn't opened again.

He's coming in, he's coming in… Isabella jumped up in alarm and backed away.

wrong!

She quickly realized what was happening.

I'm the Witch of Calamity, why should I panic?
He should be the one panicking!
Thinking of this, she quickly retrieved the mask belonging to the Witch of Calamity and stepped forward with a cold expression.

Outside, Ron, who was struggling with the door lock and trying to use a clever trick to open it, keenly noticed the movement coming from inside and immediately stopped what he was doing.

A moment later, the door hinges made a slight, dry friction sound and opened a crack inward.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of eyes. Deep blue, like the ocean, like a night sky concealing a storm, beautiful yet cold, carrying a distant aloofness and a hint of barely perceptible wariness.

Her face appeared pale and delicate in the shadows of the door crack, with a few strands of pale hair falling down her cheeks, and she was still wearing the gray cotton robe she had worn when she appeared in Red Cloud Town.

"Oh dear, so Princess Isarabe is home. I'm so sorry to bother you." Ron immediately put on an embarrassed expression.

Isabella: "..."

Her prepared, icy opening remarks were abruptly cut short by this shameless performance.

The scene she had envisioned—the other party retreating in fear—did not occur. Instead, he joked around and seemed completely unaware of the danger.

“You left in such a hurry that I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself. Hello, my name is Ron,” Ron said, seemingly oblivious to the frost in the other’s eyes, extending his hand naturally and saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness Isabella.”

Isabella was taken aback when she saw Ron's outstretched hand.

He's... trying to shake my hand!?
Doesn't he know me...?

Isabella's gaze fell on Ron's face, scrutinizing his expression.

It's him!

Suddenly, she realized that the person in front of her was the same person who had patted her on the shoulder in Hongyun Town earlier.

So much time has passed, and he's still perfectly fine?
Isabella's eyes widened in disbelief: "How did you do that?"

“Well,” Ron raised his eyebrows smugly, “it’s all thanks to my brilliant mind.”

Hearing Ron's seemingly nonsensical answer, Isabella frowned slightly, said no more, and suddenly exerted force, intending to shut this annoying guy out along with his crazy ramblings.

boom!
The door didn't move at all.

Ron's hands and feet had already transformed into the strongest bolts, firmly holding the door shut.

"What are you going to do?" Isabella asked in a deep voice.

The tone carried a warning.

“I haven’t yet thanked Your Highness for your previous assistance,” Ron said.

“No need.” Isabella’s reply was as concise as a rest at the end of a command, her eyes completely expressionless. “I just happened to be passing by.”

"In any case, you have helped me twice, so it is necessary to express my gratitude."

"Nonsense! I've only met you once, how could it be twice?"

“It’s normal that you don’t remember, because you helped me once in the future,” Ron said with a smile.

"So you're saying you're from the future?" Isabella asked coldly.

"Yes."

Ron nodded readily, with a look that said, "You finally understand."

Bang!

The wooden door immediately creaked under the strain, and Isabella strained with all her might, her slender arms trembling slightly from the effort.

However, they could not shake Ron's power.

"Let go!" Isabella glared angrily at Ron.

“Sigh, why don’t you believe me?” Ron sighed.

"You can say whatever you want about this; who knows if what you're saying is true or false?"

"I can tell you what will happen in the future."

"I don't want to hear it. Let go and leave now, or I won't be so polite," Isabella said through gritted teeth.

Who knows? It's rare for someone to go on a long trip, and they end up bringing back a madman.

"You really don't want to hear it?" Ron's tone suddenly turned serious. "Even if your best friend dies because of you in the future, you still don't want to hear it?"

Upon hearing this, the force on the wooden door instantly lessened considerably.

Isabella was stunned.

In the future... will my best friend... die because of me?
Seeing Isabella's reaction, a barely perceptible smile flickered in Ron's eyes. He knew her all too well.

Although Isabella appears indifferent to everything, she secretly longs for friendship and family.

She certainly wouldn't be indifferent to the fact that her friend died because of her, even if it was an unproven hypothesis.

"Why should I believe what you say?" Isabella said after a moment of silence.

"Listen to me, and you'll know whether you should believe me or not."

"You said."

"With this much snow, you're just going to make me stand at the door and talk?" Ron said with a smile, glancing at the dimly lit little house behind her.

Isabella stared at Ron, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly opened the door in her hand.

They've gone inside!?
Not far away, under a withered tree, the man who was leading the way saw Ron's figure disappear behind the door of the witch's cabin. He was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out and his mouth was agape.

Are you going to die?!

That's the lair of the Calamity Witch!

He instinctively shrank back, as if getting any closer to the wooden house would bring bad luck. His heart pounded in his chest, filled with worry and a sense of absurdity, as if he were witnessing a miracle.

……

Isabella closed the door, shutting out the sound of the wind and snow outside, and the room instantly became even darker.

Ron stepped into the room, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the princess's palace.

The room was smaller than it appeared from the outside, and the furnishings were simple and sparse. A wooden bed covered with a thin layer of hay and animal wool blankets was placed against the wall, followed by a wooden table with only a few books, an extinguished oil lamp, and an empty ceramic cup.

In the corner to the right of the door, there was a pile of chopped firewood, next to which was a fireplace for heating.

"sit down."

Isabella lit an oil lamp, the dim, flickering light illuminating the dark room.

Ron walked to the only chair in the cabin and sat down.

Isabella sat down on the edge of the bed, and after calming herself down for a moment, said, "Now you can prove that you come from the future."

“Then let me tell you a few things that will happen in the future.” Ron thought for a moment and asked, “What’s the date today?”

"November 1."

“On January 17th, which is five days from now, the King of the Holy Unified Empire will be killed during the celebration,” Ron said calmly.

His words were like a bombshell.

Upon hearing this, Isabella frowned.

Hearing that the King of the Holy Unified Empire would die, she felt no joy, but rather a sense of sorrow.

"Should we go save him?" Ron asked with a smile.

“...This doesn’t prove you’re from the future.” Isabella didn’t fall for Ron’s lead.

Predicting someone's death is something that can be orchestrated by human intervention.

While it might seem absurd for Ron to assassinate the king given his abilities, it is at least a possibility.

“On March 15th, twilight will descend upon the state,” Ron said. “That’s not something I can control, is it?”

“It’s already March,” Isabella said, staring at Ron questioningly. “Please tell me something about me that can be verified in the short term.”

“We don’t know each other at this point, so what do you think you could do to make yourself known to the outside world?” Ron asked.

Isabella remained silent.

She really didn't have any grand plans, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, she would likely stay here.

Asking Ron to list what she plans to do in the near future is really asking too much.

Just as she was torn between whether or not to believe Ron, Ron suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Actually, there is something that is related to you."

Isabella looked at Ron with a puzzled expression. Before she could ask what was wrong, Ron got up and walked over, then... bent down and took her hand.

She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening and quickly withdrew her hand.

But Ron held her hand tightly.

“Aren’t you curious why I’m unaffected by the power of [Annihilation]?” Ron said. “That’s because I carried the power of [Annihilation] within you in the future. If you try to feel it carefully, you should still be able to sense it.”

It once carried... the power within me?
Isabella closed her eyes and carefully sensed it; she could indeed feel the lingering aura of the power of annihilation within Ron's soul.

She slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembling as she stared at Ron: "You...are you really from the future?"

“Yes,” Ron nodded, “I can tell you anything you want to know.”

"Will I really have friends in the future?" Isabella asked after a moment of silence.

"Yes, you will have a wonderful friend."

Ron said calmly, “At some point in the near future, you will meet someone who is truly trying to get close to you and understand you.”

"When you are in mortal danger, he will not hesitate to stand in front of you and use his life to buy you time to survive."

Isabella was deeply moved upon hearing this: "Who...is this person?"

“This person…” Ron’s expression turned solemn: “It’s me.”

"..."

"Get out!" The look of gratitude on Isabella's face vanished instantly, and gray mist quickly filled the room.

She stood up, pointed to the door, and gave the order.

"Haha, just kidding, just kidding." Seeing that he couldn't put himself in the shoes of a friend, Ron could only settle for second best: "This person is actually Miss Diana from the Hughes family. She will sacrifice herself to protect you in the future."

Diana?
Isabella carefully recalled what the person looked like, but didn't have a deep impression of him.

She stared at Ron with a suspicious look: "When did we become friends?"

“When we left Canare County,” Ron said.

"When you left Canare County?"

“Yes,” Ron nodded. “Isabella, Canare County is now a dead end. It is very dangerous for you or Miss Diana to stay here. Miss Diana specifically sent me to ask you to leave Canare County with us.”

Isabella: "..."

She had already believed what Ron said, but his last sentence shattered her trust.

Could your intentions be any more obvious?

After all that talk, isn't it just that you want me to escort you out of County Canare?
“Isabella, my friend, we all need you so much,” Ron said sincerely.

“…I will not leave here,” Isabella replied.

She couldn't easily let go of the past experiences of being neglected and ostracized.

She can't back down from this position.

"Well, since that's the case, I, as your friend, have no choice but to lend you a hand."

As Ron spoke, he picked her up and carried her.

"What are you going to do?" Isabella cried out in panic.

“As a friend, how could I bear to leave you here alone and suffer the loneliness?” Ron casually hoisted her onto his shoulder and turned to walk out of the cabin.

"Let me go, I don't want to leave, let me go..."

Although it struggled fiercely, it was only a physical resistance.

(End of this chapter)