I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

This group of people is what the Astar family relies on to actually control the territory, not the empty title of nobility. It can only be said that they have been nobles for too long and deserved to die.

Medea came back not only because her brother was hungry, she now had to prepare for the upcoming wave of rebellion due to her decision to confiscate the family property and exile him.

Yes, she was sure that there would be a group of manor owners who would rebel. They would create enough momentum to force her to compromise, which was exactly what she wanted. She needed a legitimate reason.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Please come in."

"Anna...Mother?"

Alyssa put down the tray in her hand, which contained black tea and exquisite snacks, which made Medea feel emotional.

Even if there are starving people everywhere outside, it is difficult for the material living standards of people like them to drop by even a little bit. If she does nothing, she will probably enjoy a wealthy life in this life.

"Is my brother asleep?"

"Well...he's very well behaved."

"Can you show me what you're drawing?"

Alyssa looked at the drawings on the table with curiosity in her beautiful eyes. She asked her daughter and picked it up after getting permission.

...To be honest, she didn't understand the various graphics on the paper, but she came here for other purposes, so she didn't care about this.

Putting down the blueprint, Alyssa organized her words and looked at Medea:

"Medea... Isn't your decision too radical now? Viscount Hunter is a noble after all, and it will be difficult to explain to the capital."

"I'm not blaming you, but... I think this is not a good thing. Although they are not good people, they will be an important force supporting you in the kingdom in the future..."

Stroking the cup filled with tea, Medea listened quietly to what Elisa said.

Originally, Alyssa had said that after Medea had adjusted to the affairs of the territory, she would be sent to the magic academy in the capital to study.

There were children and geniuses from various noble families there, and by the time she graduated, she would have a group of friends with strong backgrounds.

Together with the children of the lesser nobles in the territory, when she comes of age and officially inherits the title and fiefdom, she will have a ready-made ruling team and allies for the territory.

Elisa never worried about Medea's future

Because the family fortune left to her by her grandfather and father was more than enough to deal with these little Karamis. Even if they suffered a temporary loss, they would have to pay it all back later.

Komedia's current approach is too aggressive. It has confiscated the property of the small nobles, exiled them, and imprisoned them. The two sides are destined to fight to the death.

This completely disrupted the plan that Alyssa had planned for her. She thought that it was because Mitia was too young and her temper would get out of control, so she needed a little reminder.

Listening to Alyssa's chatter, Medea stood up and threw herself into her arms.

Alyssa hugged her back and said with a smile: “What? You don’t want to act like a little adult anymore? I get upset when I say a few words to you.”

"Alas... Actually, I would have liked to send you to study at the Britian Royal Academy, but unfortunately your father and grandfather passed away too early, delaying your studies."

Lying in Alyssa’s arms, Medea said sullenly: “No…I just feel that it feels good to hold you.”

Lying in the other's arms, Medea couldn't help but ask: "Mother, why are some people nobles, some are commoners, and some are slaves among all the same people?"

"...Why do you have such a strange idea? Nobles are nobles..."

Alyssa couldn't answer her daughter because she had never been a noble. She only became a noble after marrying her father, and she didn't know what was wrong.

"Because we are strong, we don't want to work, so we need people to work for us. We don't want to pay, and we also want to punish and deter ordinary people, so we have slaves."

"Later, in order to distinguish 'us' from 'them', we called ourselves nobles, to distinguish ourselves from other 'species'. We are born noble, is that right?"

Alyssa did not reply, and there was silence in the study.

Medea crossed her hands on her chest, stood in front of the window and looked at the full moon hanging high in the sky: "I once thought that maybe it would be fine like this. I am the beneficiary, I can live for a long, long time, and there is no reason for me to care about them..."

"But I can't do it..."

"After all, I am not a born noble... I can't change my habit of looking at them straight in the eye. I can see the endless negative emotions in their eyes."

"I have a long future ahead of me, and I don't want to live under these gazes, especially when I can change all this but don't do it. I don't know if I will regret it in the future."

The moon is always so bright and beautiful, but beneath it is the endless, all-encompassing darkness. Medea always feels like something is missing.

Oh, yes, it's a bit lonely

"Mother, tell me, if 'they' had the power to fight against magic and knights, what would they do?"

Alyssa looked at the girl's back. Although her voice was very gentle, Alyssa felt a deadly threat that made her hair stand on end.

"It's revenge, isn't it?"

Chapter 6 The Devil is Always There

'Revenge, on whom?'

'Who would make them hate? The answer is self-evident.'

Alyssa’s body was a little weak, and she stretched out her hand to support herself on the edge of the table to maintain her posture: “Medya...what do you want to do?”

"If I say, I don't want to be a marquis, I want to be a queen, is that ok?"

"Huh? What?!!"

Alyssa shook her head and laughed: “Why are you talking nonsense?”

Medea turned her head and stared at her, still saying: "I want to be the queen!"

She decided that she would not rebel after traveling through time, but would use an electric drill to penetrate her anus!

Resisting the thought that she couldn't have her daughter anymore, Alyssa asked in a bitter voice, "Why do you have such an idea? Have you ever thought about how crazy it is?"

"There are nearly twenty noble lords of our level in the entire kingdom, tens of thousands of middle-class estate owners, hundreds of thousands of troops, and a Saint-level wizard in the capital!"

"Why do you want to be the queen? Just because you are a woman? I would accept it if you said you wanted to be the queen..."

Medea picked up the snack that Alyssa brought from the table and looked at it carefully. He broke off a small piece and rubbed it between his fingertips. It was pure white and delicate without any color.

"For this dessert, about 10% of the rice is lost in the field when it is harvested, 20% is lost when it is husked and screened for foreign matter, 10% is lost during transportation, and 30% is lost when it is ground into flour. The remaining 30% ends up like this on the plate."

"This is not a waste. This is something I should enjoy because I am a noble and I have plenty of food. I can't eat much in a day, so I have to eat well. The more variety I make, the better. The harder it is to make, the better."

"The common people don't do the same as we do, but even if they don't pick and choose and mix it with rice husks and cook it into rice and eat it, they can barely get enough food and clothing in a good year."

"If the weather is bad and the production is reduced, then there is nothing we can do. The goddess will not bless them. They will starve to death and sell their children. It can only be said that it is fate. Anyway, since I am a noble, I don't need to worry about these things.

"I have already ensured that they have a safe environment to farm. It is only natural that they should be taxed. If they cannot pay the tax, they should sell themselves to me as slaves to pay off their debts. This is only natural."

"We look the same, and neither of us has any extra or missing limbs. The difference in our lives is greater than that between humans and animals, because I am a noble."

"It is possible that all this will continue like this, with the nobles being nobles, the commoners always being commoners, and the slaves always being slaves."

Putting down the cake, Medea looked at her:

"But I want to make a deal with them now."

"I can free all slaves, as long as they can do some dangerous work for me, such as mining, for a year, they will have freedom and equality."

"I can also allocate state-owned land to every civilian family with Astor status. There will be no tax or commission, and the output will be completely freely distributed."

"And their price is to make me the queen. Can this deal be established?"

Alyssa shook her head: "No, it's impossible. The output of the fields can't feed so many people. Even if you give the slaves freedom, you won't have that much land to share with them. They are still refugees. You are just daydreaming."

It's okay to shout slogans, but it's totally unfeasible to actually do so because the mainland has other alternatives, and that is war.

The war on the continent has never stopped, and it is still going on in different areas of the continent.

As long as there is a food shortage, a war can consume a large number of slaves to maintain the most basic stability, and the nobles can make a lot of profits by winning.

Anyway, slaves will die and new slaves will always be produced.

Medea shook her head: "No, you forgot what I said before, what if I can give them the capital to compete with magicians and knights."

Medea picked up the drawing on the table and handed it to Alyssa, and said to her in a puzzled look:

"Watt improved the steam engine. Twenty low-level water and fire magic crystals can make it work non-stop for three hours. Its efficiency is exactly the same as the workload of a hydraulic machine in a day."

"Moreover, it does not need to rest at all. It does not need to consider the flow rate of the water. As long as there is magic crystal, it can keep working. As long as the lever is connected well, it can do anything."

Before the shocked Alyssa could digest the news, Medea took out a long tubular object from the ring and handed it to her, then he took out a knight's plate armor from the space ring and threw it on the ground not far away.

After thinking about it, Medea took the thing from Alyssa's hand, took out two different types of low-level magic crystal powders that were very common among alchemists, and fused them together.

Then it was inserted into the hole of the tube, and then a small ball was pushed in. Finally, it was lifted up into the air with mental power towards the plate armor, and all the objects around it were cast with colorful magic shields of various types.

Finally, the crystal embedded in the top of the black tube flashed a light under the urging of Medea.

"Bang!"

The sudden loud noise scared Alyssa. She saw that the tubular object wrapped by Medea had been blown into pieces by the sudden explosion and splashed all over the house.

Alyssa’s eyes widened: “Did you want me to hold that thing just now?!”

Medea smiled awkwardly: "How could that be? Mother, don't worry about it, just look at the armor!"

Alyssa stroked her chest gently, and her eyes subconsciously looked at the plate armor on the ground following Medea's instructions, and her red lips suddenly opened slightly.

At this time, the center of the plate armor had been pierced, leaving a gap the size of a fist.

"How is it? Isn't it powerful? An ordinary person can kill a fully armored knight head-on with it! Even a low-level magician can't stop it head-on."

"Um..."

After being surprised, Alyssa nodded, but her eyes unconsciously glanced at the fragments on the ground: "It's just a bit of a useless person..."

It is scary that an ordinary person can kill a knight and a magician, but if he uses this thing to hit someone, his own death will be much more tragic than that of his opponent.

Medea: "...Please don't worry about the details. It's just a test product to prove whether my idea is feasible."

"The materials are not good. I can't do anything about it. So I want to promote that machine. I need to use it to forge better materials to make gun barrels, such as ore with magic immunity effect."

Either this world cannot synthesize black powder, or its utility ratio is very low. According to Medea's speculation, the reason is the magical elements that are everywhere in the air.

On the contrary, the powder ground from magic crystals, when mixed, produces an explosion effect that is much stronger than black powder due to the incompatibility of elements.

But the power was great enough, and the kinetic energy was enough to penetrate the knight's heavy plate armor, but the impact force on the gun body was too great, and the traditional forged wrought iron could not bear it at all.

"Mother, you just saw it. Just a simple press to activate the magic crystal above to generate magic power can unleash such power. Ordinary people can do it."

Alyssa, who had recovered from the visual shock, also reacted and couldn't help swallowing: "Medya... You know, you have created a devil, and many, many people will die!"

Previous wars were organized by noble magicians, and whether to fight or make peace was entirely decided by the nobles on both sides.