Who taught him to restore his country like this?

I just wanted to live, what did I do wrong?

Blame yourself for having selfish motives.

Ron inwardly grumbled, but outwardly greeted her politely: "I didn't expect to see you again so soon, Your Majesty."

“Yes, His Majesty Ron never returned that day, and I never imagined we would meet again,” Kertia said.

Hearing Kertia's somewhat sarcastic words, Ron said helplessly, "Although I didn't come back, I've already done what I promised you, haven't I?"

Kertia remained silent.

They accepted Ron's statement.

Seeing that the situation had eased somewhat, Ron asked, "Why did the Holy Maiden come to Gray Mist Territory?"

“That’s a question for you to answer.” Keltia looked into Ron’s eyes.

"Ask me?"

"The God of Light conveyed a divine message to the Holy See, saying that you have restored your kingdom in the Gray Mist Territory, so Bishop Kevin sent me to come and see," Keltia said.

It turned out to be the case.

Ron suddenly realized.

So that's how the news of my restoration of my kingdom in Gray Mist Territory got out.

Wait a minute, this isn't right.

In the original work, the oracles only conveyed information to the participants in the war of the divine kingdoms and did not convey any other information.

Why am I the one who's so active?

God of Light, I advise you to mind your own business.

Ron was very angry.

However, this is not what angers him the most right now.

He's most angry right now at that good-for-nothing Kertia.

If you want to look, then look. Why did you break my barrier?

Answer me!

"How did you do that?" Keltia asked, looking at Ron's neck.

"what?"

"The shackles of slavery? Why don't you have the shackles of slavery on you?" Kertia couldn't understand this.

The capital of the Kingdom of Lah is still under the control of the Emerald Kingdom. How did Ron manage to avoid being enslaved?

"Want to know?"

Ron beckoned to Kertia with a mysterious look on his face.

Celia hesitantly moved closer to Ron.

Ron covered his mouth with his hand, leaned close to Kertia's ear, and whispered, "I'm not her biological daughter."

"?"

Keltia stared speechlessly at Ron, who had a serious expression on his face.

Have you forgotten that you were conquered as a king, not as a prince? What does that have to do with whether you are his biological son or not?

Looking at Ron, who was pretending to be stupid, she knew it was impossible to get anything out of him.

She can only uncover the truth through her own observations.

With her gaze shifting from Ron, Kertia walked deeper into the Gray Mist Territory.

"Hey, wait a minute, you've already seen what you needed to see, why are you still going in?"

Ron made no attempt to hide his displeasure at Kertia's visit to his territory.

Kertia ignored her.

“You are no longer a saint. Following up and recording the battle situation is no longer your job. You don’t need to anymore…”

No matter what Ron said, or how irritating his words were, Kertia acted as if she hadn't heard a thing and kept walking forward.

……

On a carriage traveling from Rinwind City to its subordinate towns.

"Your Majesty Ron, who is this gentleman?"

Avra looked at the black-robed man sitting next to Ron with a puzzled expression.

"Just watching the show," Ron replied casually, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed.

After entering the city of Frostwind, Kertia stayed by his side.

Ron couldn't do anything with her, so he figured it would be good for her to see his great deeds.

The minor incident has passed, but the work of construction and development must continue.

Twenty minutes later, the carriage entered the first town. After distributing the tools for cultivating the land to the townspeople, Ron went to the slave trading company.

The slave traders were overjoyed to see Ron arrive.

Without Ron's instructions, he had already brought out all the slaves he had in his possession.

Now everyone in Gray Mist Territory knows the three things Ron mentioned last night.

Ron wants to free the slaves, so he will definitely come and buy the slaves they have.

Ron glanced at the group of slaves and, after confirming that no one had been brought in to impersonate them, nodded to Avrae.

Avlai paid the money with a rather unpleasant expression, fulfilling the purpose of Ron having her accompany him.

After having the slaves delivered to Windwind City, Ron headed to the next town.

They distributed tools and bought slaves.

Next, the next town.

This process continued until evening.

Avlai, who acts as a card-swiping machine, has become numb.

Nothing can affect her emotions now.

Back in Rising Wind City.

In the square, people who have finished their day's work are lining up to receive their dinner.

After receiving two pieces of soft bread, everyone's face beamed with happiness, looking forward to tomorrow.

The harmonious scene suggests a peaceful era.

When Keltia arrived at the square with Ron, she was somewhat stunned by what she saw.

The scene is too abstract to depict the chaos of war.

Chapter 17 The Madman (Thanks to Mu Ci Ye Se for the 2000-coin reward)

When she was overseeing the war for the divine kingdom as a saintess of the Radiant Church, she witnessed too many towns being breached and civilians living in dire straits.

This was the first time she had ever seen the scene unfolding in the square of Frosty Wind City in Gray Mist Territory.

"Your Majesty Ron."

"Your Majesty Ron."

Wherever Ron went, the common people bowed respectfully in greeting.

If it were any other town that had been conquered by an enemy country, the people would have fled to their homes long ago, and would not have dared to wander in the streets or squares.

Why, you ask?

After thinking about it seriously, Kertia concluded that it was Ron's character of keeping his word that earned the approval of these commoners.

The three things Ron was going to do were not difficult; other lords could do them just as well.

But who would do such a thing?

Who would be willing to do something so meaningless?

What's the point of spending a lot of money to gain recognition from these civilians?

The benefits are completely disproportionate to the efforts.

They preferred to spend a lot of money to gain the approval of the army and the upper class rather than the approval of these commoners.

Although it sounds cruel, Kertia believes this is the right thing for a leader of a country to do.

Ron's behavior could be described as refreshingly unconventional.

To put it bluntly, they're mentally challenged or insane.

The idea of ​​melting down all the weapons and armor, in particular, was tantamount to courting death.

Keltia stared intently at Ron, who was responding to the crowd with a smile, as if trying to see through what was really on his mind.

Ron noticed Kertia's gaze and chuckled softly, "Why are you looking at me so affectionately?"

Kertia paused for a moment, then asked, "You plan to incorporate these people into the Royal Guard?"

Ron shook his head: "Grey Mist Territory cannot be defended, so I do not plan to form an army."

Keltia frowned: "Since you knew you couldn't hold out, why did you rush into restoring the kingdom?"

Ron was not bound by the shackles of slavery. He could have easily hidden away somewhere else and lived a peaceful life, but instead, he chose to run away and court death.

"This is a rare opportunity; if we don't take it now, we won't have another chance."

Ron stretched out his hand, and gray mist surged forth, quickly condensing into the shapes of a cat, a dog, and a cow in front of him.

“Madman!” Kertia cursed under her breath, her eyes filled with incomprehension.

Ron readily accepted her compliment: "You're the first to say that to me, but you're definitely not the last."

He manipulated the gray mist with delight, and the lifelike animal shapes drew gasps of amazement from the surrounding civilians.