"300 shiny gold coins." I nearly lost my cool as I jacked up the price of the item by a whopping 30000 per cent.
"Excellent," Count David murmured, his gaze fixed on the salt.
Upon hearing my words, the vassal nobles on both sides of David erupted in astonishment.
They were not oblivious to the value of what they beheld. If this modest vessel alone was valued at 300 gold coins, then this was a salt that even they, with their noble status, could not easily obtain. It was a salt reserved for the palates of only the most esteemed nobles.
Even though the nobles held prestigious titles like barons and viscounts, they could barely scrape together enough coins to afford a single jar of salt.
Yet, even a pinch of that precious seas
In the grand dining hall, the flickering candles cast a soft glow on the walls, their dim light dancing in the gentle breeze seeping through the cracks in the door. The remnants of a lavish feast still adorned the table, a testament to the indulgent evening that had transpired.The butler stood nervously by, his brow glistening with a sheen of anxiety. His gaze was fixed on his master, Count David, his head bowed in deference. In that moment, he knew that maintaining an air of utmost humility and respect was imperative.In truth, not a soul in the room spared a moment for the humble butler. Before Count David, I presented the jar of shimmering blue salt, placing it delicately on the table.Count David gazed at the jar, the bluish substance shimmering under the soft glow of the dim light. It was no ordinary salt; it held an enchanting, otherworldly quality, a rare and coveted seasoning fit for the elite nobility.And this salt had another purpose as well. It was a favorite among the
I recall encountering the second princess, who was accompanied by a striking individual who could be likened to a demi-saint. Inquiring about the nature of demi-saints, I feigned interest and addressed Count David.“What are demi-saints?""Hey, so you've hit the A-rank, huh?" Count David inquired, seizing the chance to confirm his nephew's recent achievement.If Riel had truly ascended to the A-rank, he would pose an even greater danger than David had anticipated. Riel would be just one level below the brilliant minds of the capital, the offspring of dukes, and the royal clans."I've ascended to the esteemed A-rank and have just established my inaugural circle," I declared, weaving a tale of half-truths and half-deception. While I did hold the A-rank status, my circle was not the first, but rather the 6th."Ah, so you've discovered the multitude of orbits encircling your mana circle," Count David remarked, attempting to conceal his surprise with a composed demeanour.I noticed his imm
"Is it possible that a concealed salt reserve exists somewhere in the depths of the Endless Forest?""It seems to be the most logical conclusion, My Lord."In a timid tone, Count David inquired, "We have been stationed in this town for over a decade now.""Even though Ice Demon City is quite distant, we still conduct surveillance in that region every six months.""How is it possible?" Count David pondered aloud. "Thousands of people have passed through the Endless Forest, yet the salt mine remains elusive."The vassal knights looked at each other, their expressions grave and perplexed. "We do not know, my lord," they replied.Count David tried to reassure them, his tone remaining
I have my exams for the next week, and I will be taking a short break until December 3rd! Until then, there will be no new chapters in the book! but I hope everyone can wait for a few days as it is only a short break, and I will be making new chapters shortly. I hope everyone is still enjoying the book. Although the current arc may be a bit slow, I promise the next arc will be full of action. I hope everyone can wish me luck on my exams and encourage me to continue writing more chapters for the book! Thank you for the support, everyone!
I observed the vassal nobles, their envious glances directed towards me. Their covetous stares at Roland's weapons and armor suggested a potential theft upon my departure from the city.Fortunately, Count David had adopted the habit of arriving early at the hall, possibly due to his genuine interest in meeting me this time.With his arrival, the breakfast officially commenced, affording me the opportunity to finally meet his wife and childrenOne son and one daughter graced the gathering, resembling nothing short of divine children. Their appearance spoke volumes of the esteemed Whitepalace lineage, further enhanced by the undeniable beauty of Count David's wife. Their union had indeed brought little angels into the world.The sight of these children evoked memories of my own younger sister and brother. It had been quite a while since I last saw them, as both had ventured off to the academy."Morning, everyone," Count David greeted."Morning, Lord," came the unified response."Good mo
"I appreciate your concern, Count David." I politely declined his offer to send forces to my city. While I wasn't intimidated by his men, their presence would demand a valid reason for potential conflict, which I wanted to avoid as another headache.I didn't fear his men or him, but their arrival would mean dealing with an unnecessary problem. There was a need to handle this situation carefully to prevent any escalation without a valid cause for conflict.Count David appeared disappointed, yet it wasn't unexpected. His initial impression of Riel suggested a keen intelligence. Clearly, someone as astute as Riel wouldn't entertain the idea of allowing another party's forces into his city, particularly if aware that they belonged to an adversary.Count David nodded approvingly. "You're prioritizing safety, a wise choice in these uncertain times. The Empire's stability is wavering, so gathering strength and power should be your focus.""Absolutely," I agreed, nodding with a grateful smile
The assassins loyal to Duke Riel's Noble Shadow set out, ready to enact their carefully laid plans.Meanwhile, elsewhere in Viridiscent Valley, a separate group of individuals was devising their own scheme.In the impoverished slums of Viridiscent Valley, stagnant water flowed through the streets, and the residents had acclimated to the foul stench that permeated this part of the city.Unperturbed by the filthy environment, the common folk trudged on, clad in tattered clothes, their bodies frail and feeble.Surviving but just barely, these individuals eked out an existence in the squalor, their lives overshadowed by hardship and deprivation.Deep within the slum's confines, an unusual sight unfolded—a gathering of over
"Even though there's plenty left to do, life in Ice Demon City feels like a dream," the coachman expressed.I responded with a simple nod, acknowledging his sentiment without further comment.The allure of Ice Demon City had captivated me entirely. What started as a passing curiosity about leading a city had evolved into an all-consuming preoccupation in my thoughts and daily life.The robust, imposing southern gate, constructed from interlocked logs, swung open.Guard scrutiny followed as they inspected our carriage, while under the watchful eyes of seasoned knights, newly recruited members strained with all their might to raise the weighty wooden gate. They bid us farewell respectfully as we departed.The revelation struck them that I wasn't just an ordinary noble visiting their lord; I had gained recognition as a distinguished guest of Count David. Additionally, Count David's transparency about my identity led to its widespread knowledge among the populace. As my carriage traverse
"Ryle Green, step forward!" the Royal advisor said, seeing Ryle was in a daze.Ryle coughed and stepped forward, his heart pounding with excitement as he knelt before the Princess."Ryle Green, you are hereby granted authority over fifty thousand soldiers," the Princess said, her voice like a melody that soothed the soul. "You shall be the commander of the Vanguard Army!"With a snap of her fingers, the Princess bestowed an insignia upon Ryle's shoulder, its glow of light like a beacon of hope in the face of the looming threat of the Beast Kingdom."I will crush those beastmen for you, Your Highness!" Ryle said, his voice filled with determination and resolve.The Princess smiled, her eyes filled with pride and hope. "We have faith in you, Ryle," she said. "Together, we will defeat the Beast Kingdom and restore peace to our lands."Princess Ladia nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I expect a lot from the younger generation, Ryle," she said, her voice laced with both encou
The Dwarven Kingdom, a land renowned for its glittering wealth, held its breath. The Brightwing Empire’s meager offer, a desperate plea for aid, was all they had to entice the notoriously hard-drinking mercenaries. Even if their weapons were outdated, their reputation for unmatched effectiveness in battle preceded them. Surely, that would be enough.“Your Majesty,” a guard murmured, his voice barely a tremor in the air. “They have arrived.”Princess Ladia, lost in a labyrinth of thought, startled slightly. She had wrestled with the decision for what felt like an eternity, but finally, a solution had emerged. All that remained was to face them, to meet their gaze and offer her hand in this desperate alliance.Viscount Lamiel, a man whose arrogance was only surpassed by his thirst for gold, strode into the royal garden, flanked by a legion of equally boisterous mercenaries. Princess Ladia recognized most of them – the nobles summoned by the crown, their faces etched with a mixture of g
The scene unfolded with brutal efficiency. Several soldiers, their faces grim and resolute, descended upon Drew and the other soldier, their movements swift and decisive. There was no struggle, no desperate pleas for mercy. They walked away with heads bowed, accepting their fate with a stoic silence that spoke volumes of their resignation.Ryle, his expression a mixture of weariness and amusement, ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "What a waste of a perfectly good sleep," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "Young men like myself need our rest, yet everyone seems determined to disrupt my slumber over such trivial matters."His gaze shifted to me, and a playful smile curved his lips. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said, extending a hand towards me. "Ryle Green, third son of Count Green, and as you might be able to tell, the future commander of this very army." He spoke with an air of unwavering confidence, his words carrying the weight of
Two soldiers from a rival camp, their boots crunching on the gravel path, happened upon the conversation. One soldier, his face contorting with barely suppressed mirth, clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stifle a chuckle. His companion, sensing the impending eruption, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow, a silent plea for decorum. But the laughter, like a trapped spring, was too powerful to contain. Tears welled in the soldier's eyes, threatening to spill over as his shoulders shook with silent mirth. Finally, with a strangled cry, he burst into a full-blown guffaw. "Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us! Hahaha! We'll be able to… Pft! Hahaha!"The sound of his uncontrolled laughter echoed through the camp, drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers. Gaston, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, turned to the source of the amusement. "Excuse me, but what's so funny?" he demanded, his voice laced with displeasure.The soldier, still gasping for br
The unyielding army of the Ice Demon City had been journeying for a considerable number of weeks, traversing a multitude of cities and towns along the way. During our sojourns, we would occasionally restock our supplies, find respite in taverns, and often in the great outdoors, before resuming our arduous trek.Given the unfortunate circumstances, we were informed that the Ice Demon City was the most distant of all cities from the capital. This reality meant that we were among the last to receive the urgent message, compelling us to join the ranks of the other nobles and their armies in the capital.It was in the fourth week of our relentless march that we finally arrived in the grand and magnificent Capital city. The journey had been long and arduous, but our determination never wavered, as we knew our presence was required in these critical times. I had already surmised that the majority of the other nobles and their forces would have already amassed in the capital, readying themse
As the first light of dawn broke through the windows of the guest house, Miron found himself indulging in a breakfast that was nothing short of exquisite. The flavours were so delightful that he couldn't help but admit to himself that it had been a long time since he had enjoyed a meal as delicious as this one.Before long, Miron was summoned by the lord of the Ice Demon City. With a gracious wave of his hand, the lord invited Miron to take a seat on the soft and ornate sofa in the grand hall. Miron, still feeling a bit tense and on edge, quickly obliged and sat down.Despite the gravity of the situation and the impending battle that lay ahead, the lord of the Ice Demon City seemed completely at ease. He sat on his throne, casually eating his food and even humming a tune that was both strange and captivating. Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Miron finally mustered up the courage to ask, "My lord, how can you remain so calm and untroubled? Surely you must feel some fear or
"You won't find Baron Ethan in the mansion," Zikk stated, his hand resting lightly on Miron's shoulder. "He should be in the Endless Forest, training his soldiers."The gesture, though seemingly warm and reassuring, sent a chill down Miron's spine. He sensed a veiled warning in Zikk's words, a subtle reminder of the stakes involved. This was no ordinary mission; it was a delicate dance, a test of Miron's competence and discretion."I am busy," Zikk continued, his tone shifting to one of finality. "I'll get going."Miron, still reeling from the weight of Zikk's revelation, blurted out, "Sir, you're working in this city?" The thought that the Grand Knight, a legendary warrior, would be toiling away in the mundane tasks of everyday life seemed utterly incongruous.Zikk chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Of course, I need to feed myself, right?" He winked, a playful glint in his gaze. "See you around."With that, Zikk turned and strode away, disappearing into the labyrinthine all
The whispers and hearsay suggesting that Ethan Slayer was the individual responsible for instigating a full-scale conflict between the formidable Beast Kingdom and the vast Empire were, in the opinion of Miron, nothing more than baseless conjecture. He was firmly convinced that these rumors were merely the result of devious political machinations being orchestrated by a select group of nobles within the Empire, who were cunningly manipulating the situation to their own advantage.Such tales of intrigue and deception were likely to be believed only by the most gullible of commoners and the lowest-ranking of nobles, who were easily swayed by sensationalist stories and exaggerated claims.Furthermore, there was another outlandish rumor circulating, which held that Ethan Slayer had single-handedly defeated an entire legion of the Beast Kingdom's most formidable warriors, and had compelled a daunting elite force of ten thousand beastmen to retreat in disgrace, with their tails tucked meek
Miron approached the city with a sense of trepidation, expecting the usual lax security measures that were common in many of the smaller territories. However, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the checkpoint at the gate was both rigid and strict, a testament to the city's strong defenses.As he entered the city, he was immediately struck by the vibrant atmosphere that pervaded the streets. The residents of Ice Demon City went about their daily lives with genuine smiles on their faces, as though the war that was raging in the north was of little concern to them. Children played and laughed on the streets, while adults busied themselves with their work.Miron's eyes widened in astonishment as he realized that the roads within the city were all paved, a luxury that was rarely found in such remote territories. He shook his head in disbelief, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him."I must be seeing things," he muttered to himself, unable to comprehend the level of develop