Chapter 355 (2/2)

“Are you talking about those few islands in the middle of the Swirling Sea? How many people could a tiny land like that possibly sustain? It’s nothing but a place of desperation where one waits for their eventual demise,” Agatha snappily retorted.

“Alright, everyone cheer up a little, at least we now have a decent understanding of the devils we’re up against,” the Prince shrugged and said, “By the time the third Battle of Divine Will begins, we won’t be unprepared. Let’s call it a day here. Anything else we can discuss after lunch.”

…

Agatha finished her sumptuous lunch and followed Wendy back to her room.

Life in the wastelands was a lot more… luxurious than she imagined. Both the variety and taste were far superior to that of any feast in her memory. She thought that perhaps this was because she was born in an era of war; those days, be it in her own stone tower or at the fortress of the Union, food consisted solely of bread, jerky and vegetable soup. Yet here salt, butter, and honey were all plentiful, as well as some delicious spices she didn’t recognize. Even though she wanted to maintain her image, she nevertheless couldn’t help but devour an entire plate of fried mushrooms as well as two huge pieces of honeyed steak.

However, the more she ate, the angrier she became. She both loathed herself for succumbing to the temptation of delicious food, bringing shame upon Taquila, and loathed the Prince for being so short-sighted as to be wasting time savoring delicacies while the humanity walked towards its doom!

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but harden her tone and say, “I’m already familiar with the castle halls now. You needn’t bother with the hassle of escorting me back from now on.”

“It’s not a hassle at all. I’m delighted to do these things… ” Wendy smiled. “Also, if you want to talk about anything, I’m always here. Bottling your feelings up in your heart will only make them fester.”

“Didn’t he say he was going to show us the new weapons in the afternoon? Why’d he leave all by himself after eating?”

“You mean Roland? This… is probably because he’s taking a nap,” Wendy covered her mouth and whispered, “That’s His Majesty’s habit, usually after lunch he’ll always sleep for at least an hour. His Majesty often says the body is the foundation of all efforts. Without enough rest, it’s impossible to fulfill the duties of a lord.”

“An afternoon nap! What kind of habit is this! A whole night isn’t enough for him!?” Agatha angrily thought, “This is obviously nothing but a lazy person making excuses, yet you actually wholeheartedly believe him!’

“Be it normal witches or Senior Awakened Witches… why is it that you all have such confidence in him?” she took a deep breath, “Is it just because he gave you a safe haven? Do you really believe that he can win against the devils – no, even against the Church that has been suppressing you all?”

“I can’t speak for the other sisters,” Wendy gently replied, “but I myself do believe in him. Because His Majesty is capable of making the things that no one else imagined, or even dared to imagine, happen. To me, he’s someone who’s made countless miracles happen.”

“Mira… cles?

“When witches everywhere were being hunted to death, he saved the Association; when everyone saw us as demons, he created a place where we could coexist in harmony; in a single short year, His Majesty has managed to use an army of peasants to fend off the Months of the Demons, and defeated Duke Ryan who had a territory several times of his; even the mad empowered army of Graycastle wasn’t able to take a single step past our border.”

“But these are merely the battles of mortals, compared with the war between God’s Punishment Army and the devils, they’re completely different.” Agatha shook her head.

“Of course it’s not just this,” Wendy continued, “His teachings and theories allowed four sisters to evolve their abilities, and has unceasingly created increasingly powerful weapons, which allow knights and even ordinary people to win against Extraordinaries… these are all miracles that I’ve personally witnessed, not just the wild rumors of a tavern, nor the bombastic descriptions of historical records — they happened right in front of my eyes.”

“One day he’ll become the King of Graycastle, and lead us to defeat any and all of our enemies.” Her eyes were filled with mirth yet her voice was full of confidence.

“That’s what I believe.”