After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

Sylvia suddenly discovered that her hand of cards had turned gray.

Immediately following this were a series of notification sounds.

Player "Isabella" activated the Monarch Skill - "Breaking Army"

[Breaking Army: When you select a player as your attack target, all of their cards will be discarded, and the damage dealt to them by your units will be increased by 50%.]

............

Unrivaled, taking heads from ten thousand armies!

The ultimate winner of this game is "Isabella".

"I'm sorry, Sylvia."

"Even though it's just a game, I have reasons why I can't lose."

Isabella, dressed in a jet-black military uniform, stood on a griffin, holding a long, pale silver sword that pointed diagonally at the ground.

Her cloak fluttered in the air, making her look majestic.

"Hmm?" Isabella frowned slightly, looking at Charles and Claude, who were already out of the game and watching from the side.

All you could see were the two of them holding photographic crystals and frantically pressing the shutter button on Isabella.

"Your Highness is so cool!"

"Your Highness is so cool!"

"Quick, record this!" Claude exclaimed excitedly. "I want to use this as the winning animation for the game!"

"Are you stupid?" Charles scoffed at Claude's intelligence.

"Such a cool settlement animation, how can it be given to players for free?"

"Of course, we should put it in the gacha pool and set it as the final prize!"

"You're not going to make money if you can?"

"I see."

Kurod suddenly realized.

Chapter 44 Succubus? 5k

"By the covenant of crimson blood and pure white sword, you, who wear the double-headed eagle crown, are hereby appointed as the new king of the Aran Empire—"

"...Do you have that determination?"

Between the thrones, an elderly man with white hair and a sickly face exuded an indescribable majesty.

He gazed at his daughter before him, his eyes, worn and haggard from illness, revealing a hint of undisguised relief.

next moment.

Isabella's solemn vows echoed between the thrones.

"In accordance with the name of Fresberg and the ancient covenant—"

"Moreover, for the peace and tranquility of the Western Continent and the people of the Empire."

"I swear to rule this throne."

Isabella respectfully accepted the pure silver sword, which exuded immense power, from the old man's hands.

The legendary weapon "Azure Dawn" accompanied the founders of the Aran Empire in their conquests, experiencing countless battles and becoming a symbol of victory.

At the same time, this silver sword is also a symbol of the ruler of the Aran Empire.

Isabella turned around, her silver sword pointing diagonally.

She gazed at the assembled officials and nobles below, some with solemn expressions, others lost in thought, and still others hesitant, and delivered a solemn declaration.

"From this day forward—"

"I am the future ruler of the empire."

......

With a salvo of cannons, thousands of griffin riders clad in black armor took to the air.

The succession ceremony has now concluded.

The aged yet dignified old man, accompanied by Isabella, slowly descended the steps between the thrones.

Then, the old man's gaze lingered on Charles, who was watching the ceremony.

Those eyes held scrutiny, gratitude, unease, hesitation, doubt, and even a hint of hostility.

But in the end, it turned into a feeling of great satisfaction and appreciation.

"Charles."

The aged king gazed into Charles's eyes.

"Although the succession ceremony has been completed, little Isa still has many areas where she is not yet mature—"

"I hope you will continue to be tolerant of me in the future."

Charles nodded: "Of course, she's my friend."

"That's good--"

The old man smiled and said, "Then this old man, who's already halfway into his coffin, won't bother you young people any longer—"

......

The old man, supported by a waiter, turned and left.

So, what are your requirements?

"Let me make it clear beforehand, I will not agree to any unreasonable requests."

Charles looked at the silver-haired princess beside him and asked.

Don't worry—

Isabella smiled and said, "I'd like you to show me around the capital."

"However, not in her capacity as the Imperial Princess and the Deputy Tower Master of the Black Tower—"

"Instead, just like when we traveled the continent as adventurers, let's look at this city together as ordinary people."

......

Charles activated "Advanced Cognitive Distortion" for himself and Isabella, and their identities in the eyes of outsiders were no longer those of the world-renowned Black Tower Chief and the next Empress of the Empire.

Instead, they were two adventurer companions who had come from out of town and looked somewhat weary from their journey.

"As adventurers who have arrived in the renowned capital of Aran, where should we go first?"

Since it was a bet, Charles dutifully played the role of an ordinary adventurer who had just arrived in the capital, as Isabella had requested.

Isabella seemed quite interested in this role-playing, and after a moment's thought, she said, "As an adventurer, when you arrive at a large stronghold, you should of course use the quests to upgrade your equipment first."

“That makes sense. I was actually thinking of upgrading my equipment anyway.” Charles nodded. “By the way, do you know how to get to the blacksmith’s shop?”

"The imperial family has its own craftsmen, so there's no need to find a specialized blacksmith shop to forge their products."

"What a coincidence, I was also in the Black Tower."

An awkward silence fell over the room.

......

In the end, Ciel had to ask a passerby for directions to figure out where he was.

House of Molten Fire

This is a chain of weapon shops opened by the dwarven kingdom deep in the Meteorite Mountains, with branches in major human cities across the Western Continent.

According to Xia Er's understanding, the Golden Deer Chamber of Commerce has always been very interested in the arms business.

After all, there has never been a more profitable business than selling arms.

Unfortunately, in the field of forging, the dwarves have an advantage that humans can hardly match.

Moreover, the dwarves are extremely united, so even if they wanted to poach employees, they couldn't. Therefore, over the years, the Golden Deer Merchant Guild could only sigh at the lucrative arms trade.

Charles walked into the spacious shop forged from various rare metals: "I want to forge a weapon, and I will provide the raw material embryo myself."

Inside the shop, a short, stocky dwarf raised his eyes: "What kind of weapon would you like to have made, customer?"

Charles thought for a moment: "Weapons that are easy to throw should have their power reduced to a minimum due to air resistance during the throw. Also, they should be made to be quite durable, as I need to reuse them."

"I understand, it must be a weapon like a javelin—"

The dwarf seemed quite confident: "It's no big deal. Just provide me with the weapon prototypes and raw materials, sir."

Charles looked at the man's beard and hair and shook his head: "I'm afraid you can't forge this weapon. Could you perhaps find a more experienced craftsman?"

While dwarves cannot live as long as elves, vampires, or ancient dragons, they are still considered long-lived compared to humans. Therefore, judging their age by appearance is not accurate; instead, the thickness of their hair is often used to determine their age.

Generally speaking, the thicker and denser the hair, the younger the person is. The dwarf in front of us has very thick hair, so he must be a young craftsman.

The dwarf immediately became indignant.