Smart felt as if someone was calling him."Your Highness, wake up..."He turned his head away, but the sounds he had heard did not disappear, instead they became even louder. Then, he felt someone gently tug on his sleeve."Your Highness, my Royal Prince!”Smart opened his eyes immediately. He did not see anyof the things he had grown familiar with-the screen was gone, the desk was gone, and So too, was the wall which he had plastered with Post-its.They were replaced by a strange scene-rows of small brick houses, a round public Square that was crowded with people, and a door-shaped gallows that was erected in the middle of the public square. He was seated on an elevated platform from across the square. The chair he sat on was not his usual soft swivel chair, but instead, a cold and hard iron chair. Sitting alongside him was a group of people whose gazes were fixated upon him. Among them were a few young women who were dressed as mediaeval ladies like what he had seen in Western movie
For a period of time Roland locked himself in his room as he carefully reviewed the memories of this new world,such that dinner had to be sent directly to him by his servants.Roland suppressed his fear of the unfamiliar environment he found himself in under his strong will to live. He was very clear that if he wanted to blend in and avoid being suspected by the people around him he needed to get more information as soon as possible.Roland had to say that the fourth prince had, apart from fooling around with some other sons of the nobility, no additional things in his brain.Over and over again, Roland was unable to remember any valuable information such as knowledge of the aristocracy,the political situation in his own country, or the diplomatic situation with his neighbours. As for basic common sense, such as city names, or the years of significant events, they were completely different than the history of Europe he knew.It seemed that based on his memories, the old Roland had had
Roland swallowed the last piece of fried egg from his breakfast, took a napkin and wiped his mouth before saying,“So you are saying that you are worried that the Witch Cooperation Association will hear the news that the witch did not die and hence will try to rescue her?”“It is as your Highness has said,” Barov stomped angrily as he exclaimed, “If the prisoner had died it would be bad enough,but now she is still alive! If those witches are even crazy enough to steal babies on the chance they might become future comrades, how far do you think they'd go for someone who has already become a minion of the devil? With how recklessly they behave, attempting a rescue wouldn't be surprizing."Roland was confused, he had always felt that there was something amiss about this situation. Why were the Assistant Minister and the Knight Commander so scared of witches?The woman who should have been hanged was a witch,right?The woman who was so thin it was as if she would fall down when the wind b
"The Second Law of Thermodynamics: Heat can never pass from a colder to a warmer body without causing other effects, or it is impossible to convert heat from a single source into work without causing other effects, or entropy always increases in an irreversible heat reaction."Roland carefully wrote this down using the language of this world. At a glance, the text resembled a moving earthworm, and he really didn't understand how the locals could learn so many complicated characters.If asked which of the physical laws was the most depressing,Roland would definitely choose the second law of thermodynamics. It states that heat will always pass from high to low temperatures, thus adding chaos to order and increasing entropy. Eventually,everything will become nothing and the universe will become morbidly silent.Somehow, this world was exempt from the issue of increasing entropy. It could produce magic power out of nothing, which was much more impressive than a perpetual motion
The fire rose up from under her feet but soon faded away.This was already her twenty-third attempt.And she had failed again.On Anna's forehead beads of sweat constantly arose, but she just used the back of her hand to swipe them away, and the crackling sound of rising flames immediately sounded out again.With no stops to rest, the end of an exercise was followed by the start of the next one. The witch uniform lied at the side, neatly folded, If Anna had not insisted on doing so, her new uniform would have already been burned to ashes.Fortunately, with Roland's identity as the 4th prince,getting a few spare robes for her to use was not difficult. He had his maid Tyre deliver a whole bucket of robes, gathered by the maids for Anna to use.The twenty-fourth practice had finally been effective, the flame was no longer rising from her feet. Instead, it appeared on her hand. She gingerly moved her arm, to try and have the flame go to her fingertips, but the flame suddenly shook twice a
"Not many, Your Highness,"the hunter replied. “During every Months of the Demons there will only appear two to three mixed species demons,otherwise Longsong Stronghold would be in huge trouble."“Well, you seem to be very observant, " Roland ordered the man to stand up and asked,“what's your name? You don't look like a man from my Kingdom of Graycastle.""Half of my lineage hails from the Mojin Clan, the townspeople call me Iron Axe."Mojin Clan, the people from the Shamin Kingdom, located southwest of the barren lands,it was said that they were the descendants of giants. Roland searched within his brain for any memories related to the Mojin Clan and realized that Iron Axe did not use the name his clan called him by, rather using the name given by the people of Border Town, and apparently he did not want to have a relationship with the Shamin Kingdom. As for why,since it was obvious that he was from the southwestern border of the desolate lands, he estimated, that there were a series
The weather had been bad all week, and the sky was always gray. Karl van Bate's mood was just like the weather: gloomy to the extreme.As he walked down the wet stone street, people greeted him from time to time-Karl ran a school in this town. Unlike the Kingdom of Graycastle, where only the children of noble could go to school, here he taught r the children of ordinary people.Therefore, he had a very high reputation in Border Town. "Hey,Mr. van Bate, good morning. ""Sir, is my son doing all right?""When are you free, Karl? Let's go fishing together."Usually, Karl would always smile and respond to them, but today he just nodded, never saying a word.He had just witnessed Anna's hanging, so in his eyes there was a crack in the once-perfect world-or this crack had begun to form since his departing from Graycastle, but he deliberately turned a blind eye.He used his busy work to numb himself, and to a certain extent,he even used the innocent smile of the students to mend this crack."U
While Bryan was going through the details of the chosen heroes to defeat Maximus (the Vengeance god). Someone else in a distant realm was also doing the same.[MEANWHILE IN VANTREA]Maximus read through the history of border town and he couldn't help but frown. There was nothing about the cave of gold mentioned in that book, only about ability users they called witches and devil's servants, and also about their King who wasn't of this realm, but none of these was of any help to him right now.As he sat down inside the library, he was pissed at everything that's been happening.“Its been three weeks and I haven't got any improvement on this mission. The only thing I know is that the Killer Wolves Elite and that blasted Vengeance god Black Heart are now in this world. No cave of gold, no Diamond and her soldiers, and certainly no way to leave this cursed place. I should never have taken this mission. What the hell was I thinking! That it would just be a walk in the park?”Maximus stood