《Building a Modern Nation in a Fantasy World》


 Chapter 1: The Transmigration

    Pain. Deep, unrelenting pain that pulsed with each ragged breath.


    Then came the cold¡ªraw, unnatural cold, like winter itself had taken root in Moe''s chest. It spread outward in waves, numbing his limbs and freezing his blood. The sensation was so vivid it dragged him up from the depths of unconsciousness.


    With a sharp gasp, Moe''s eyes shot open.


    The first thing he saw was an unfamiliar ceiling, high and decorative,its surface carved with intricate patterns of intertwined leaves and majestic symbols. In the center of the ceiling, a grand chandelier hung, its crystals refracting a warm and soft light, a fixture more suited to a king''s palace than a humble house. The design was regal, elegant, and far beyond anything he was used to. His breathing hitched. This isn''t my room.


    His room¡ªwherever it was¡ªhad a worn, utilitarian feel to it, with a single bed pushed against a dull beige wall, a small, rickety desk in the corner, and a battered, second-hand dresser that seemed to lean precariously against the adjacent wall. A lone, flickering overhead light cast an unforgiving glare, illuminating the space''s sparse furnishings and the faint scent of stale air that clung to everything. It was a space that seemed to exist solely for functionality, a temporary refuge for a struggling person like him, and nothing more.


    Summoning his strength, Moe turned his head, and then he felt it¡ªa sharp stab through his ribs, like claws tearing into him. His hand shot to his chest.


    And there it was.


    A jagged spear of ice pierced straight through him, the surface shimmering as though carved from pure frost. It glowed faintly with an eerie blue light, faint veins of frost spiraling outward from where it entered his body. For a moment, his mind failed to comprehend it, his fingers trembling as they brushed the slick, frozen surface. There was no blood. No warmth. Only the cold.


    Moe was still in disbelief, woken up to an unfamiliar ceiling that loomed above him. The memory of being shot with a shard of magical ice lingered, its icy grip still seared into his skin. He was confused between the possibility of being trapped in a dream and the harsh reality that He has been shooted and was about to die. A wave of confusion washed over him as he struggled to move his shoulder, the pain a stark reminder of his predicament.


    In a desperate attempt to shake off the confusion, Moe bit his tongue, the sudden jolt of pain and the metallic taste of blood a harsh confirmation that he was, indeed, awake. "Ohh, it hurts," he mumbled to himself, the words barely audible. The physical sensation was a cruel reality check, and Moe''s eyes widened as he realized that this was no dream.


    In a desperate attempt to recall any useful information, Moe''s mind wandered back to the online content he had once read about treating wounds. He remembered the crucial advice: when a sharp object enters the body, it''s essential not to remove it, but to call for help instead. Summoning with a little strength he had, Moe prepared to shout for assistance. But before he could utter a sound, the ice shard vanished, and his body began to heal at an alarming rate.Stolen story; please report.


    His skin repaired itself before his very eyes, the process unfolding like a timelapse video. The pain dissipated, replaced by a new, overwhelming sensation ¨C shock. Moe''s thoughts of seeking help were forgotten, consumed by the astonishment of his miraculous recovery.


    As he gazed in shock at his rapidly healing wounds, Moe began to feel a surge of strength returning to his body. It started with a slight twitch in his fingers, followed by a gradual loosening of his muscles. With each passing moment, he felt his vitality increasing, allowing him to move his limbs with greater ease. Before long, Moe was able to sit up straight, as he leaned against the pillow, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.


    The room was a large, dimly lit chamber with a high, vaulted ceiling. The walls were made of polished wood and were decorated with faded tapestries that depicted scenes of battles, feasts, and mythical creatures. A large, ornate bed frame stood against one wall, its velvet drapes worn and faded. A wooden desk sat in the corner, cluttered with parchments, quills, and strange, arcane artifacts. A large, stone fireplace stood near the bed heating up the room smoothly. Some wooden portraits of various people were also hung on the wall.


    As he scanned the room, he slowly regained his strength and carefully stood up, his eyes fixed on the study desk. He took a tentative step to walk toward the desk and sat on the chair, his gaze drawn to a quill lying on the surface. Next to it, a small, fancy hand held mirror caught his attention. The mirror''s surface was smooth and unblemished, reflecting the room''s warm, golden light. Without thinking, Moe picked up the mirror, and as he did, his face was reflected back at him. But it wasn''t his face. The person staring back at him was a stranger, with a round, chubby face and a prominent double chin. Moe''s eyes widened in shock as he took in the unfamiliar features.


    He turned the mirror, examining the rest of the body reflected in its surface. The arms were thick and flabby, the hands were stubby. The legs were equally unrecognizable, with a noticeable paunch around the midsection. Moe''s mind reeled as he struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. He had been in so much pain when he suddenly woke up that he hadn''t noticed the changes in his body. But now, staring at the mirror, he was faced with the shocking truth. "Did I really transmigrate or become possessed into another person''s body?" he whispered to himself, his voice trembling with dismay. "And of all the bodies in the world, why did I end up in this...this...".


    Just as he was about to utter the final words of his despairing thought, a searing pain shot through his brain, like a bolt of lightning striking his mind. His vision blurred, and his body betrayed him, sending him crashing to the wooden floor. He rolled uncontrollably, his limbs flailing wildly as he struggled to regain control. The pain was excruciating, a throbbing ache that seemed to pulse through every fiber of his being. Time lost all meaning as he lay there, helpless and writhing in agony.


    But eventually, the pain began to subside, and Moe''s strength slowly returned. He lay still for a moment, catching his breath and waiting for the room to stop spinning. Then, with hard effort, he pulled himself to his feet and stumbled towards the wooden chair, collapsing onto its seat with a soft groan. He sat there, motionless and silent, as he reflected on the memories that had flooded his mind during his ordeal. Fragments of a life not his own had flashed before his eyes, like a jumbled montage of images and emotions. The memories were disjointed and unclear, but they were undeniably real, and they belonged to the body he now inhabited. Moe''s mind reeled as he struggled to make sense of these new memories, and the life that had been thrust upon him. Moe realized that the person he transmigrated into was named King Arthur Jr.

 Chapter 2: King Arthur Jr

    "Arthur Jr huh?" Moe mumbled it in his mind.


    As the memories continued to flood his consciousness, Moe found himself piecing together the life of the man whose body he now inhabited. He recalled fragments of Arthur Jr''s childhood, his relationships with his family and friends, and his ascension to the throne six months prior. The memories were not always clear, and some were shrouded in a fog that Moe couldn''t quite penetrate. But he was able to recall the people who had played a significant role in Arthur Jr''s life, including the nobles, dukes, and other members of the royal court.


    Six months prior, King Arthur Jr had ascended to the throne of Keldoria, following the assassination of his father, King Arthur the 3rd, during a pleasure trip on the outskirts of the city. The rules of succession were clear: upon the death of the reigning king, the next in line would assume the throne. King Arthur the 3rd had left behind a legacy of three children, each with their own unique place in the line of succession. Arthur Jr, the eldest son, had been next in line to the throne, followed by his younger sister, Alice, and then his younger brother, Aaron. With his father''s untimely death, Arthur Jr had been thrust into the role of king, inheriting the throne to the country of Keldoria


    King Arthur the 3rd had been a ruler who favored the interests of the royal court, lavishing wealth and power on the dukes and nobles who could provide him with riches and luxury. As a result, the country of Keldoria had become a hotbed of corruption, where those in power were above the law and could act with impunity. The nobility and their allies were free to do as they pleased, while the commoner lived in fear of their wrath. A mere whisper of dissent or a perceived slight against the nobility could result in brutal punishment, even death. The law had become a tool of oppression, used to maintain the grip of the powerful on the powerless.


    As Moe delved deeper into the memories of Arthur Jr, he discovered a disturbing truth: the young king was, in fact, worse than his father, King Arthur the 3rd. The former king''s excessive indulgence had spoiled Arthur Jr, rendering him reckless and fearless, with no regard for the consequences of his actions. His behavior was often unpredictable and violent, fueled by a likeness for drink and a complete disregard for the well-being of others.


    One particular incident stood out in Moe''s mind: Arthur Jr had once burned down a popular tavern, simply because it was closed when he arrived to drink. The tavern''s entire family was subsequently punished, a cruel and arbitrary act that had sent shockwaves of fear throughout the kingdom. The people of Keldoria had long known the prince to be a volatile and destructive force, and now that he had ascended to the throne, their fear of him had grown exponentially.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Furthermore, Arthur Jr lacks talent in Magic, unable to even cast a simple ignite spell to light a fire. This lack of magical talent had only served to further erode the confidence of the kingdom''s citizens in their new ruler. As a result, many of the kingdom''s business leaders and commoners had fled, leaving behind only a handful of nobles, such as dukes and barons, who were either too entrenched in their positions or too desperate to abandon their posts. The few commoners who remained were those who were unable to flee due to financial, health, or personal reasons, and were thus forced to endure the tyrannical rule of King Arthur Jr.


    As Moe continued to excavate the memories of Arthur Jr, he couldn''t help but feel a growing sense of disgust and disillusionment with the young king''s character. The more he uncovered, the more he realized that Arthur Jr was a selfish, entitled, and cruel individual, devoid of empathy or compassion. Eventually, Moe''s exploration of the memories came to a halt, and he found himself pondering the circumstances that had led him to this strange new world and the body of Arthur Jr.


    Before his transmigration, Moe had been a high-achieving individual, having graduated from a prestigious university with a double major in engineering and business. His academic record was impeccable, with a solid GPA and a portfolio of impressive projects that showcased his skills in both fields. He had been on the cusp of launching his career, having just aced a job interview in the engineering industry. Feeling confident and optimistic, Moe had left the interview and was making his way home when disaster struck. A loud horn blared, and a sudden impact knocked him out cold. When he came to open his eyes, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar fat body of Arthur Jr.


    As Moe struggled to come to terms with his new reality, he couldn''t shake off the feeling that his old life was truly gone. He wondered if his physical body in the old world had perished in the accident, and if this new body of Arthur Jr was, in fact, a second chance at life. It was a sobering thought, but Moe realized that he might have been given a rare opportunity to start anew.


    Moreover, Moe considered the possibility that if he hadn''t been transmigrated into Arthur Jr''s body, the young king might have met a similar fate to his father, King Arthur the 3rd. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and Moe felt a sense of responsibility wash over him. He decided that, rather than simply existing in this new body, he would take ownership of it and strive to make a positive impact on the world of Keldoria.


    With his knowledge and experience from his past life, Moe saw an opportunity to transform the ruined country into a thriving and advanced nation. He envisioned a future where the citizens of Keldoria lived in prosperity and harmony, and where the kingdom was a beacon of hope and progress. It was a daunting task, but Moe felt a sense of determination and purpose. He would slowly work to change the way the citizens perceived him, Arthur Jr, and through his actions, prove himself to be a just and capable ruler. The thought of rebuilding a nation from the ground up was a challenge that Moe was eager to undertake, and he steeled himself for the long and difficult journey ahead.

 Chapter 3: The magic system.

    With newfound determination coursing through him, Arthur Jr turned his gaze toward the window beside his study desk. Despite the darkness of night, the view outside was surprisingly clear, revealing the outlines of buildings bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. He looked up at the sky and was captivated by the sight of three moons: a large central moon flanked by two smaller ones, all reflecting the light of a distant sun. "It must be a full moon." Arthur mumbled to himself. The sight was both enchanting but not shocking; after all, he recalled that even in the solar system he once knew, planets like Jupiter and Saturn boasted dozens of moons. It was a wonder he could accept without difficulty.


    The night was peaceful, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves outside, creating a soothing ambiance. Arthur Jr reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the window and turned his gaze to the study desk. To his dismay, he found it barren¡ªno papers, no books, nothing that could provide insight into this new world he had been thrust into. He rummaged through every drawer, hoping to uncover some hidden knowledge or useful information, but his efforts were met with disappointment. The things Arthur found were mirrors, quills, inks and some gems that look like an artifact.


    Despite the emptiness of his surroundings, fragments of Arthur''s memories began to surface, revealing intriguing details about the world he now inhabited. This realm was steeped in the supernatural, where almost every individual possessed the ability to wield some form of magic. At the foundation of this magical system were the four basic magic elements: Air, Fire, Earth, and Water. From these elemental roots, practitioners had developed more advanced magical abilities, allowing them to manipulate ice, lava, strom, etc; to create powerful spells for both offense and defense.


    In addition to these elemental powers, there existed other forms of magic that transcended the basic elements. Holy magic, for instance, was primarily known for its healing properties, capable of mending wounds and restoring vitality. However, it could also be further developed into more complex and potent forms. On the darker side of the spectrum was dark magic, a mysterious and often feared discipline that allowed its users to communicate with spirits and the undead. Some practitioners had even mastered the art of summoning deathly creatures, using them as puppets to do their bidding.


    While the majority of people in this world possessed some form of magical ability, not everyone could wield it effectively in combat. Most individuals utilized their magic for everyday tasks, such as lighting fires or summoning water for washing clothes and bathing. These practitioners were referred to as "non-rankers." According to the memories Arthur recalled, only about ten percent of the population could harness their elemental powers for offensive or defensive purposes, and these individuals were known as "rankers."


    Among the rankers, there existed a hierarchy, with ranks ranging from D to S, where S represented the strongest and D the least. This ranking system was determined by a combination of a user''s mana capacity and the uniqueness of their elemental abilities. Even those classified as D rank were afforded a certain level of respect and privilege within society. However, achieving a rank of B or higher came with even greater rewards; many countries kings would bestow a baron title upon these talented individuals to ensure they remained loyal to their homeland and did not seek opportunities elsewhere.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    Arthur found himself in a frustrating predicament; he was unable to perform even the simplest forms of magic that non-rankers could manage. This left him feeling more talentless than the average people. However, a flicker of hope ignited within him when he recalled the moment he had been pierced by ice magic and had recovered almost instantly. "This incident might have hinted at a hidden potential within Arthur''s body that I had yet to fully understand." Arthur mumbled to himself.


    Lost in contemplation, Arthur''s eyelids grew heavy, and he felt the weight of exhaustion settle over him. Before he knew it, his eyes began to droop, and he succumbed to sleep while seated at his study desk


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    In a narrow alleyway, nestled between two imposing buildings, the soft glow of the moon cast an eerie light. Two figures, clad in black attire that shrouded their bodies, stood facing each other. Only the lower halves of their faces were visible, their features obscured by the shadows. One of them spoke in a hushed tone, "Has the assassination of King Arthur Jr been carried out without leaving any trail?"


    A brief, tense silence hung in the air for three seconds before the other figure responded, "I utilized ice magic to pierce his heart, ensuring a swift and silent kill. The only evidence left behind is the ice spear that still protrudes from his chest. We will await news of his demise in the morning."


    The first figure nodded in approval, their voice low and gravelly. "Well done. Until further instructions are given, we will not meet again." With that, the two figures turned and sprinted in opposite directions, disappearing into the darkness like phantoms. The alleyway was once again bathed in silence, the only sound the faint echo of their footsteps fading into the night.


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    Knock knock knock¡­


    After three firm raps on the door, a man in his thirties entered the room. It was the king''s valet, tasked with waking Arthur for the day. As he stepped inside, he was taken aback to find the king not nestled in his bed, but slumped over a study desk


    "Wake up, Your Majesty. The Duke of Luke, Richard Luke will be arriving to meet you in about three hours," he announced, his voice carefully calibrated to be neither too loud nor too soft, ensuring that Arthur would hear him without feeling jolted awake. With that, the valet turned and left the room.


    Inside the king''s chamber, Arthur stirred awake to the sound of the valet''s voice, but by the time he was ready to respond, the man had already slipped out, leaving him alone in the dim light of the room. "Richard Luke? Ah, yes, he''s one of the family head of the two dukedoms in Keldoria," Arthur mumbled to himself, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.


    In the small kingdom of Keldoria, the nobility was a tightly woven tapestry, with many families holding the title of baron. However, only two families were granted the prestigious title of Duke, making Richard a figure of considerable influence and power within the country. Arthur couldn''t help but feel the weight of the upcoming meeting; the presence of such a prominent noble could have significant implications for his reign.

 Chapter 4: Keldoria

    Arthur took a deep breath, allowing the air to fill his lungs as he sought to calm his racing thoughts. Once he felt a bit more composed, he scanned the room for a wardrobe, eager to find something to change out of his pajamas. Spotting the wardrobe, he opened it to reveal a stunning array of neatly hung cloth, each one impeccably clean. A twinge of jealousy washed over him as he surveyed the collection. Back on Earth, he had never owned more than ten pieces of clothing and often found himself wearing the same outfits repeatedly due to his busy schedule and didn''t have the time to wash.


    After selecting a suitable outfit, Arthur began to undress and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. A wave of dismay washed over him as he took in his portly figure. "Why is this body so fucking fat? Couldn''t I have at least transmigrated into someone handsome?" he thought to himself, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.


    Once he had changed into his new clothes, he stepped out of his chamber and was met with the astonished gazes of three maids and the valet who had just come in to wake him. Their expressions were a mix of shock and disbelief. In the past, Arthur had never emerged from his room without someone attending to him. He was notorious for shouting for the valet to prepare his clothes while still lounging in bed, often in a foul mood.


    Now, the sight of a once-lazy king stepping out of his chamber, fully dressed and composed, without a hint of anger or intoxication, left them all utterly speechless.


    The valet shook off his initial shock and quickly moved to stand beside Arthur, his voice careful. "Your Majesty, is there anything you require?"


    Arthur considered the question for a moment before responding, "Nothing in particular. How much time do I have left before Duke Richard arrives, and what is the purpose of his visit?"


    The valet replied in a soft tone, "Your Highness, you have approximately two and a half hours remaining. The purpose of the Duke''s visit is to discuss your engagement to his youngest daughter, Olivia Luke."


    Arthur''s mind raced at the revelation. "What the hell? I''m already engaged? I''m supposed to be a husband when I''ve never even had any experience dating or had a girlfriend back on Earth!" The shock of the situation flooded his thoughts.


    As he processed this new information, Arthur recalled that the previous Arthur had a huge crush on Richard''s daughter, Olivia. He had attempted to propose marriage multiple times, only to be rejected each time. Given her status as the legitimate heir of the Luke family, he had no power to force the issue.


    "Now Richard wants to meet with Arthur to discuss the engagement of his beloved daughter," Arthur pondered, a sense of unease creeping in. "There must be some hidden agenda behind this meeting."


    He took a moment to steady his thoughts. "At least it''s not an official engagement yet; it''s just a discussion," he reminded himself, trying to calm the rising anxiety of missing out on the fun part in dating and would have to went straight to the wedding process.


    While Arthur was lost in thought, the valet broke the silence. "Your breakfast will be ready when you arrive at the dining hall."


    Arthur''s thoughts snapped back to the present as he replied, "I''m not feeling particularly hungry. Is there somewhere I can research and learn more about this nation, Keldoria?"


    The valet was shock and surprise that Arthur Jr spoke that he want to learn more about Keldoria. However, the valet hid his emotion, in a shock tone suggested, "You could go to the library."The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    "Yes, that''s exactly it. Please take me to the library," Arthur responded eagerly.


    "Your Majesty, would you prefer the Keldo library or the private one within the palace?" the valet asked, still unable to shake of that surprise in his tone.


    "The private one will suffice for now," Arthur answered, feeling a sense of urgency to gather information.


    "Very well, Your Majesty. I will lead you there," the valet replied, and they set off together. As they walked, Arthur realized that the previous Arthur had never visited the library, which likely explained the valet''s surprise.


    After a short while, they arrived at the library. Before the valet could leave, Arthur added, "Please ensure that no one enters while I''m here, and remind me thirty minutes before Duke Richard arrives."


    "Of course, Your Majesty," the valet replied, nodding before stepping out and closing the door behind him.


    After closing the door, the valet stepped into the hallway, where a few maids were gathered. One of them approached him, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Is that really King Arthur Jr., or am I still dreaming?"


    The valet nodded, still processing the encounter himself. "It is indeed King Arthur Jr. I was just as surprised as you are. He actually asked to go to the library, and what''s more, he spoke to me using phrases like ''please'' and thank you.''"


    "Really? He really used those words?" another maid asked, her voice tinged with astonishment. "It felt strange, but it''s true," the valet confirmed, nodding his head in disbelief.


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    In the private library, Arthur began to scan the shelves, searching for books that would provide him with valuable insights into Keldoria. He needed to gather as much information as possible about his new kingdom.


    Keldoria is located in the bottom left corner of the continent known as Nova. Nova has a total of eight nations and Keldoria shares the border with two nations: Elysia and Chronos. Among the eight countries on the continent, Keldoria is often regarded as the weakest in terms of military power, constantly engaged in conflict with Elysia.


    The kingdom is divided into five distinct regions: Eldoria, Solarny, Ironhearth, Blackthorn, and Oaksted. Eldoria, the capital, is where Arthur currently resides. In addition to these regions, Keldoria is home to two significant dukedoms: the Dukedom of Luke and the Dukedom of Ashenfell. While the king of Keldoria holds full authority over the five regions, his influence over the dukedoms is more tenuous.


    As Arthur continued his research, he discovered that despite Keldoria''s weak military and ongoing financial struggles, the reason Elysia had not been able to successfully conquer the kingdom was largely due to the support and strategic alliance with Chronos.


    Chronos, embroiled in its own conflict with Elysia, recognized that if Elysia were to conquer Keldoria, it would gain a significant advantage in the war. The terrain of Keldoria favored Elysia, making it easier for them to launch further offensives against Chronos. By assisting Keldoria, Chronos aimed to prevent Elysia from gaining a foothold that could tip the balance of power in their favor. This intricate web of alliances and enmities highlighted the precarious position Keldoria found itself in.


    As Arthur carefully researched and assessed the situation, he was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the library door. The valet entered, his expression respectful yet urgent. "Your Majesty, As per your request, Duke Richard Luke will be arriving in approximately thirty minutes."


    Realizing only thirty minutes left, Arthur set aside the books he had been studying. He understood that he needed to be well-prepared for the duke''s visit. "Thank you for the update," he replied, rising from his seat. "I''ll head to the Great Hall to await his arrival."


    Before leaving the library, Arthur decided it would be wise to gather more information about Duke Richard Luke. Thus, upon arriving in the Great Hall, he summoned several members of the King''s council to discuss information about the duke.


    At first, the council members were taken aback, their expressions a mix of confusion and skepticism. They had long viewed Arthur as someone indifferent to the opinions of others, a ruler who rarely considered the impact of his actions. Now, however, he was seeking guidance on how to approach Duke Richard Luke, a shift that surprised them.


    Despite their initial reservations, the council members gradually began to share their insights, offering what they knew about the duke''s character and political maneuvers.


    After a thorough discussion, Arthur dismissed the council, requesting some time alone in the Great Hall. As the advisors filed out, leaving only a few guards stationed outside, he took a moment to assess the situation regarding the Dukedom of Luke.


    Just as he was deep in thought, he heard the announcement that Duke Richard Luke had arrived.

 Chapter 5: The Meeting

    As the moment of Duke Richard''s arrival drew near, Arthur couldn''t help but feel a flutter of nervousness. His introverted nature, forged from years of avoiding social interactions on Earth, threatened to resurface. The memory of presenting his projects to professors and industry experts in university flashed before his eyes, and for a moment, he felt like he was back in that familiar yet uncomfortable setting.


    However, with a deep breath, Arthur shook off his anxiety, straightening his posture and steeling himself for the encounter. As he waited, he reflected on what he knew about Duke Richard and the Dukedom of Luke.


    Richard Luke is the current head of the Dukedom of Luke. The Dukedom of Luke was renowned for having exceptional aura knights, who relied on their martial prowess rather than magical abilities. In this world, mages were evaluated based on their mana capacity, elemental affinity, and unique abilities. However, knights were a different story. Their potential couldn''t be measured, and they had the capacity to grow stronger over time, unlike mages whose mana capacity was fixed.


    Ordinary knights stood little to no chance against mages, but there existed a select few who could harness the power of aura stars. These elite knights trained their bodies to the limit, cultivating aura stars slowly within themselves. As they acquired more stars, their bodies underwent significant transformations, becoming stronger and faster. In the history of knights, the highest recorded number of aura stars was eight, and those who possessed this many were said to possess superhuman abilities, capable of outrunning cheetahs and delivering devastating blows that could shatter buildings. However, as of now their are no 8 star knight in Keldoria.


    Though aura stars only granted physical strength, the more a knight possessed, the more they transcended human limitations, allowing them to compete with mages who wielded the magic ability.


    It was estimated that within the Dukedom of Luke, there were over two hundred knights boasting between one and four aura stars, ten knights with five stars, five with six stars, and two who had achieved the prestigious rank of seven stars. Duke Richard Luke and his eldest son, Benjamin, were said to be among the elite, both having reached the coveted seventh aura star. This remarkable achievement positioned the Dukedom of Luke as a formidable powerhouse in Keldoria.


    Arthur''s thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps, signaling the arrival of Duke Richard Luke.


    A sharp crack echoed through the Great Hall as the door swung open, revealing the select few members of the King''s council that Arthur had summoned earlier. They entered with a sense of purpose, bowing respectfully to Arthur before taking their customary places.


    Once the council members were settled, the atmosphere shifted as two men and a striking young woman stepped into the hall. Both of the men were impressively built, exuding strength and confidence, with handsome features that contrasted sharply with Arthur''s body which is covered with fat. Arthur couldn''t help but feel self-conscious about his own physique, which he knew was far from ideal.


    The man dressed in luxurious silk garments was undoubtedly Duke Richard Luke, while the other, clad in polished armor with a symbol, was likely a guard¡ªeither for Richard or his daughter, Olivia.


    After assessing the two men from Luke, Arthur turned his attention to the young woman who had entered with Richard. The moment he laid eyes on Olivia, he understood why the old Arthur had harbored such a crush on her. She was stunning from head to toe, with an enchanting figure and a graceful way of walking that was utterly mesmerizing. Even the current Arthur found it hard to look away, captivated by her presence.


    "We greet you, Your Majesty," Duke Richard said, bowing along with the others. Their bows were more a formality than a show of deep respect, a customary gesture to avoid appearing rude or drawing unwanted attention.


    "You may lift your heads," Arthur commanded, his voice steady. In the past, he would have bent over backward to please Duke Richard, desperate to win the heart of Olivia, the flower of Luke. But today, Arthur''s response felt different from before, which made the duke a bit confused since he was not expecting a simple response. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    Duke Richard cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "We are aware of your affections for our daughter, Olivia," he stated, his tone direct and unyielding. "We have come to discuss the marriage between you and her. However, we also have a request to make in return."


    As the duke spoke, he regarded Arthur as a king unworthy of his title, blinded by his love for Olivia and willing to do anything to win her hand. Richard was certain that Arthur would eagerly accept whatever terms he proposed, confident that he held the upper hand in this negotiation.


    "Before we discuss the marriage, let''s first address the conditions of your request," Arthur replied, his voice steady. The words hung in the air, and a wave of surprise and confusion washed over the faces of everyone in the Great Hall, including the members of the king''s council. They all know that the political marriage was something Duke Richard used to his advantage to gain something but nobody guessed that the useless king would see through Richard''s plan and respond that way.


    But it was Arthur''s response that surprised Duke Richard the most. Just six months ago, when Arthur had first ascended to the throne, he had proposed a marriage alliance to the duke, offering the largest region of Keldoria, Solarny in exchange for Richard''s support in the marriage. At that time, the offer had been enticing, but Richard had rejected it because of his love for his daughter and the burden of ruling a region that would demand more responsibility than he was willing to take on.


    Despite his shock, Duke Richard, as the head of his family, quickly regained his composure. "The request I would like to make is for the king''s military support and a financial sum of three hundred thousand Keldo gold coins," he stated, his tone firm and resolute.


    Arthur''s expression hardened. "Before I consider your offer, I need you to explain why you require more of my soldiers for, as well as the reasoning behind the sum of three hundred thousand gold coins," he demanded, his voice serious and unwavering.


    Richard took a breath, his gaze steady. "When the nation of Elysia attempted to invade Oakstead, your majesty''s army, alongside the forces of Chronos nation, successfully defended it. Now, Elysia has turned its sights on our Dukedom, as we are the next closest target. We urgently need additional military support to protect our lands. Gold is necessary to sustain our knights and allies during this critical time."


    At that moment, one of the king''s council members, responsible for military affairs, interjected. "Didn''t we already send some of our mages and soldiers to assist you?"


    "Yes, your highness did send help," Richard replied, his voice tinged with frustration. "But it was insufficient, and our family has suffered significant financial losses during this period. We need more support to ensure our survival."


    Although the Dukedom of Luke was part of Keldoria, the kingdom did not extend its full support as it did to the other five regions of Keldoria. While it offered assistance to Luke, this support was carefully measured to ensure that the other five regions remained secure and less vulnerable to attack.


    This is because when a family was granted the title of duke, they effectively became a nation itself, enjoying the privileges of independence, including exemption from taxes on any events occurring within their territory. Thus, only supporting a minimum number needed and nothing more.


    After a moment of silence, Arthur turned to Duke Richard. "This is not a request I can fulfill without careful consideration and discussion with my council. I suggest that you remain here for today, and I will provide you with an answer by tomorrow."


    Duke Richard was still puzzled that Arthur would not agree immediately and was making a logical request. Though it was not what he had anticipated, he had no choice but to accept the request.


    After Richard agreed, a heavy silence fell over the Great Hall. The courtiers and council members exchanged puzzled glances, struggling to comprehend that King Arthur Jr. was making a decision based on logic and foresight. It was clear that he was not only considering his own interests; he was thoughtfully weighing the pros and cons of the situation at hand.


    Breaking the stillness, Arthur spoke, "Prepare three rooms for our esteemed guests, and ensure that the rest of the personnel accompanying the duke are brought inside the palace." His voice was steady and authoritative, signaling that he was taking charge of the situation with a level of maturity that surprised many in the room.


    ¡­


    In the hallway outside the Great Hall, three maids accompanied Duke Richard, Olivia, and the knight. As they waited, the knight turned to Duke Richard, asked "Is that good-for-nothing King Arthur Jr.? He doesn''t seem to match the rumors we''ve heard."


    "That''s what puzzles me as well," Duke Richard replied, his tone contemplative.


    Behind them, Olivia spoke up, her voice soft and charming. "Dad, I really want to help the family, but do I still have to marry that... that ugly man?"


    Richard glanced at his daughter, feeling a pang of reluctance at the thought of giving away his beloved daughter, the flower of Luke. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I''m sorry, my dear. I want to make you happy, but the situation has grown dire, and I have no choice. However, if Arthur ever mistreats you, I swear I will hold him accountable," he promised, trying to comfort her and went to rest in the room that was prepared for them.

 Chapter 6: Arrogant Miss Olivia

    In the King''s Chamber, Nightfall


    A soft creak echoed through the chamber as Arthur pushed the door open and stepped inside. He looked utterly exhausted, his shoulders slumped under the weight of the day''s burdens. With a heavy sigh, he threw himself onto the bed as he always did when he was back on earth. "Damn, it''s been a long day," he muttered, letting out a breath he didn''t realize he was holding.


    After his meeting with Duke Richard, there had been a flurry of things awaiting Arthur to do. He had to consult with the council to gather information about the kingdom situation, and then he spent hours in the library, poring over texts that yielded little of value. The weight of the kingdom''s issues pressed down on him, and he felt a familiar feeling when he was back on earth rushing to finishing his assignments.


    Even before his transmigration into Arthur Jr''s body, he had always been a workaholic. Back on Earth, he prioritized his studies and sought out projects to keep himself busy, often sacrificing social outings and gaming for the sake of academic success. When he felt overwhelmed by the works, he took some time to read manga and novels. It was a welcome escape from the pressures of deadlines. Compared to juggling three assignments due in the same week, this felt manageable, but it didn''t mean he wasn''t weary.


    Lying on his back, Arthur stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. After a few moments, he shook off his useless thoughts and began to review what he had learned that day.


    His discussion with the king''s council had been nothing but them kissing Arthur Jr''s ass. Most of the council members were so steeped in corruption that their discussions revolved around praising Arthur Jr. and congratulating him on the impending marriage to Olivia¡ªa dream that the past Arthur had once dreamed of. Yet, amidst the flattery, there were a few who genuinely cared about the kingdom, but their voices were drowned out by the sycophants who dominated the conversation, faking that everything was under control.


    Arthur knew the council was corrupt, but punishing them outright would be disastrous. With 90% of the council tainted by greed, a swift retribution could lead to chaos. If they turned against him, the nation would crumble before he had a chance to restore it. So, he played the part of the dutiful king, listening carefully for any valuable information amidst the empty praise.


    Among the flattery, one crucial piece of information stood out: Keldoria was in a dire financial situation. When Chronos had helped defend in the war against Elysia, they had demanded an outrageous sum of 10 million Keldonian gold coins. The stupid Arthur in the past had accepted this demand without realizing the true cost of such a decision. Even if Arthur Jr that time doesn''t accept Chronos'' demand, Chronos still has to help Kelodria because when Keldoria were to get conquered, Chronos will suffer the most.


    "Ten million Keldonian gold, huh?" Arthur sighed, frustration bubbling within him. "That''s equivalent to three years'' worth of tax revenue from all the regions combined. What a foolish king." Even though the decision had been made long ago, the weight of that debt now rested squarely on his shoulders.


    "Where do I even begin?" he pondered, feeling the enormity of the task ahead.


    "Well, I should start with the problems right in front of me," he replied to himself, taking a deep breath to calm his racing thoughts.


    Focusing on the immediate challenges, Arthur contemplated Duke Richard''s proposal. He knew that agreeing to the marriage was not the right decision.


    "Damn, asking for more soldiers for war and a sum of three hundred thousand gold coins for a girl? Do they think I would accept such an absurd proposal? It''s even more of a scam than Chronos'' demanding for ten million gold coins," he thought, irritation flaring within him.


    "Yet, they''re not entirely wrong to take advantage of their chance; the past Arthur Jr. would have accepted without a second thought," he sighed again. "What a foolish king. If I hadn''t transmigrated, this nation would have fallen apart in about five months under the previous Arthur''s rule."Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    Lost in thought, Arthur was jolted by a soft knock on the door. Who could it be at this hour? He glanced at the pendulum clock ¡ªit was already seven-thirty.


    The knocking stop, and a familiar voice broke the silence, the valet spoke. "Miss Olivia Luke of the Luke family wishes to see you and have a word."


    "What could Miss Olivia want to discuss at this late hour?" Arthur murmured to himself, curiosity piqued.


    "Could it be that she''s come to seduce me into accepting the proposal for tomorrow? No, that can''t be right. Who would want to seduce this fat and ugly body?" he thought, his heart racing and a hint of fluster creeping in. The past Arthur may not have been a virgin, but the current Arthur, had never slept with anyone, thus a wave of unease wash over him


    "Let her in," he called, quickly sitting up and leaning against the bed frame. The door opened, and in walked Olivia Luke, a vision of beauty. "Damn, no matter how I look at it, she is as stunning as ever. She''s the prettiest girl I''ve seen, both here and on Earth," Arthur thought, momentarily mesmerized by her presence. Shaking off his admiration, he composed himself. As Olivia entered, he rose from his bed, moved to the study table, and pulled out a chair, offering it to her.


    "It''s okay; I just want to talk for a while. It won''t be long," Olivia replied, her tone lacking the respect one would expect when addressing a . Arthur noted the edge in her voice; she wasn''t here to seduce him but to convey something important. Ignoring her arrogant attitude, Arthur asked, "What do you wish to discuss, Miss Olivia?"


    Without hesitation, Olivia spoke her voice fill with both arrogant and confidence., "I know you love me, but if you truly care for me, please don''t marry me. I''m not ready for marriage yet. If you help my father, I would be indebted to you, and you could visit me I won''t be ignoring you like before and accompany you during your visit."


    "Damn, I knew it. The way she speaks and carries herself shows she doesn''t want to marry me or even wanted to even look at me. She''s very beautiful and also from a duke family, but her arrogance is unbecoming for someone addressing a king, especially when her family is in dire situation and in desperate need of my help. I really don''t want to do this, but I should teach her some manners," Arthur thought, irritation bubbling beneath the surface.


    Suddenly, Arthur burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the chamber.


    Olivia, taken aback, shouted, "What the hell are you laughing about?"


    "Do you really think you have the right to speak to a king in a arrogant way? Do you believe you can demand I not marry you simply because you''re pretty and you said so? There are lines in every situation. Let''s say I refuse to marry you and reject Duke Richard''s request¡ªwhat do you think will happen to your family?" Arthur''s voice rose, filled with authority.


    Arthur paused for a moment before continuing, "I''ll tell you what will happen: the Dukedom of Luke will fall, and when it fall they might not kill you because of your beauty, you might be taken by another nation. Who knows what they would do to you?"


    Olivia fell silent, unable to respond, caught off guard by Arthur directness.


    Before she could gather her thoughts, Arthur pressed on, his voice firm. "Do you truly want that? Do you not know your place, Miss Olivia? Stop acting so arrogantly. Even if I did help, it won''t be just because I want to marry you. Do you have any idea how much three hundred thousand Keldo gold coins is? And remember, whatever decision I make tomorrow¡ªwhether to help or not¡ªI still won''t marry you, Miss Oli¡­ via...."


    As he was speaking, Arthur noticed Olivia trembling, fear evident in her eyes. When their gazes met, she suddenly burst into tears and rushed out of the room.


    Watching her flee, Arthur felt a pang of guilt. He opened his mouth to call after her, to offer comfort, but she was already gone, dashing down the hallway while wiping her tears.


    "Did I go too far? Will Duke Richard be angry?" he mumbled to himself, anxiety creeping in


    "Well, even if Richard is upset, it was Olivia who spoke so arrogantly and acted so childishly toward a king," he reassured himself, trying to quell the unease gnawing at him.


    "Well, she may be arrogant and rude, but at least she''s not like those cunning women who would exploit a naive man for their own gain. If only she were a bit more mature, she could be the perfect companion with that striking beauty of hers. I just hope she won''t hold a grudge against me tomorrow," Arthur mused, a mix of frustration and sympathy swirling within him.


    "I''ve made my decision regarding the request. I may need to negotiate with Richard, but if things take a turn for the worse, I can always use what happened tonight to my advantage in tomorrow''s discussions," he thought, determination creeping into his resolve.


    After a moment of contemplation, Arthur changed into his pajamas, eager to get some rest. He knew he needed to be alert and focused when facing Richard the next day, and a good night''s sleep was essential to regain his energy and fell asleep.

 Chapter 7: The New Condition

    In the Great Hall.


    The throne was positioned at the center of the far wall, its back resting securely against the wall. Arthur was sited on the throne.


    A luxurious crimson carpet ran down the center of the hall, stretching from the grand doors to the base of the throne. It served as a path for guests and esteemed visitors. To the left and right of the throne, the king''s councilors stood.


    Duke Richard entered the room, his voice steady as he greeted, "Good morning, Your Majesty. Thank you for providing us with a place to stay and for making time to meet with us first thing today."


    As Richard spoke, Arthur couldn''t help but think to himself, Well, that''s not entirely true; this isn''t the first thing I did this morning. But judging by his demeanor, it seems he''s not angry about how I treated Miss Olivia yesterday. That''s a good sign.


    "Of course, you are our esteemed guest. It''s only right that I make time for you," Arthur replied, his gaze sweeping over the three guests.


    Arthur took a glance and saw that Richard and the knight appeared unchanged from the previous day¡ªneither angry nor upset. However, when his eyes met Olivia''s, she quickly looked down, avoiding his gaze. She seems too afraid to even meet my eyes, he thought. "I did frighten her by suggesting her family could fall into my hands. I shouldn''t have let my words run wild, especially when I mentioned she might be captured by another nation and become their plaything. I should apologize to her if I get the chance".


    "Your Majesty, have you made a decision regarding my proposal?" Duke Richard asked, his voice tinged with nervous anticipation.


    "I have made my decision, and I will accept your proposal," Arthur announced, his tone firm.


    Inside Richard mind, he couldn''t help but chuckle to himself. How could this foolish King Arthur Jr. even consider rejecting a marriage with Olivia? Ever since the former King Arthur III passed away, he has been pushing for this marriage, only to stop a few months ago when he realized my efforts were futile. But now, this is his only chance to marry my lovely daughter! How could this brain-dead king refuse my proposal? I was foolish to worry last night about his hesitation. Winning over a simpleton like him is easier than I thoug¡­


    Before Richard could finish his thoughts, Arthur added, " But the condition would be different from what your first proposal is."


    "What do you mean by that, Your Majesty?" Duke Richard responded quickly, masking his anger and surprise.


    "Well, you said the request was a proposal, correct? Since it''s a proposal, there should be room for negotiation. Am I wrong?" Arthur replied, his voice carrying an authoritative edge.


    "You are absolutely correct, Your Majesty," Richard said, though a hint of annoyance crept into his tone.


    "Then here''s my offer: I will provide you with additional soldiers and a sum of three hundred thousand Keldo gold coins. However, instead of marrying Miss Olivia Luke, I propose a new condition," Arthur stated.


    The great hall fell into stunned silence. All present¡ªmembers of the king''s council and the three guests from the Dukedom of Luke¡ªwere taken aback. No one had anticipated that Arthur would choose not to marry Olivia when the opportunity was right in front of him.


    Arthur had kept his intentions hidden from the council, knowing that most of them were corrupt and untrustworthy. Thus, it was no surprise that everyone in the room was shocked by his unexpected decision.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    "The new condition is simple," Arthur began, his voice steady and authoritative. "I intend to make changes in Keldoria. First, I will change the current taxation and trade systems, which are unjust and disproportionately favor the wealthy. I will gradually transition to a more equitable system, and I expect you to implement these changes in the Dukedom of Luke without fail.


    "Initially, the Dukedom will adhere to the new taxation plan I will establish. The Dukedom of Luke shall retain 80% of the taxes collected, while Keldoria will receive 20% annually. However, if the 20% collected by Keldoria falls below 80,000 Keldonian gold coins, the Dukedom of Luke will be responsible for covering the shortfall. Furthermore, if Keldoria discovers that the Dukedom is misrepresenting its contributions and only pays the bare minimum of 80,000, the title of Duke will be stripped, and the Dukedom will become a dependency region of Keldoria.


    "In addition, when Keldoria can demonstrate infrastructure projects that benefit citizens of both parties, the Dukedom must not refuse and must allow the Kingdom to proceed with the construction within their land. In return, the Dukedom will receive 10% of the revenue generated by these projects until the agreement is concluded. Upon acceptance of this offer, trade between the Dukedom and Keldoria will be classified as regional trade, meaning the tariff rate will remain at zero.


    "This agreement will last for 100 years. After that period, the Dukedom will own 10% of the shares for any infrastructure built for over 50 years. If the infrastructure is built for 20 to 49 years, the Dukedom will own only 5% shares, and anything less than 20 years will not grant the Dukedom any shares. Additionally, humanitarian laws and national regulations set by Keldoria must be adhered to. Here are the detailed terms of the agreement letter," Arthur concluded, gesturing for Duke Richard to come forward and take the written document that he wrote this morning.


    "How can he possibly call this condition simple?" Duke Richard thought, his face tightening in disbelief. "Is he really talking about taking 20% of the taxes from my land? What on earth are shares and tariffs? This is absurd!" Richard mind raced with skepticism


    However, Richard hid his emotion and approached King Arthur Jr., took the letter, bowed, and returned to his original position. As he unfolded the two-page document, he carefully read through the detailed terms and conditions that Arthur had written.


    Once again, the hall fell into a heavy silence. All present¡ªmembers of the king''s council and the three guests from the Dukedom of Luke¡ªshared a common thought: Keldoria was doomed. The incapable king, who seemed more concerned with his own interests than those of his citizens, was proposing a change in the taxation system. How could he possibly implement such changes?


    The council members exchanged worried glances, fearing that Arthur''s misguided reforms would drive all the people away from Keldoria and the nation to its fall. Is he really going to impose a 20% tax on the Dukedom of Luke? Does he even understand the significance of the title of Duke? What the hell is shares and tariff? Questions swirled in their minds, and a sense of dread settled over the room.


    Most of the council members were anxious for one of two reasons: the corrupt officials feared losing their comfortable positions if the kingdom fell, as they had grown accustomed to manipulating the king for their own gain. A small faction, however, genuinely worried for Keldoria''s future. They wanted to voice their concerns but were too intimidated by the memory of Arthur Jr.''s previous outburst, where he had nearly punished a council member to death for suggesting King Arthur Jr should consider the kingdom''s welfare. Thus, no one dared to challenge Arthur''s decisions, opting instead to remain silent, their apprehensions hanging heavily in the air.


    As Richard continued to read the document in the heavy silence of the hall, Arthur broke the stillness. "Duke Richard, I will give you some time to consider my proposal." He glanced at the pendulum clock. "Let''s say three hours. We will reconvene at 1 PM. In the meantime, if you have any questions, feel free to send my valet to find me."


    Richard felt a surge of relief at being granted time to contemplate the weighty information. "Thank you, Your Majesty," he replied, eager to accept the offer forgetting to ask about words he didn''t know.


    With a nod, Arthur dismissed everyone in the room, leaving Richard to process the implications of the proposal. After taking a deep breath, Arthur stepped outside and spotted his valet waiting patiently.


    "Please inform Duke Richard that I will be in the library when he comes to see me," Arthur instructed his valet.


    "Also just like yesterday, please bring my lunch to the library around 12," he added before making his way to the library.


    ...


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    Is the new condition fair for Duke Richard? answer in the comment.

 Chapter 8: Richard Anger

    Inside the private library,


    Arthur leaned against a desk, chuckling to himself as he contemplated the conditions he had just proposed. Perhaps the condition is too absurd and unfair, he mused, but the previous kings were incapable of managing the country¡¯s affairs, handing out Duke titles to family so they would fully help in war and sacrificing significant tax revenue in the process. A Dukedom can generate tax revenue comparable to that of Blackthorn, the smallest and least populated region in Keldoria. I must make the most use of the Dukedom of Luke current situation so I can at least help out with the physiological needs for Keldoria¡¯s citizens.


    As he pondered these basic/physiological needs, Arthur recalled the lessons from his marketing class about Maslow¡¯s hierarchy of needs. At the foundation of this pyramid lay physiological needs¡ªfood, water, shelter, and other essentials for survival. Once these physical needs were met, people would begin to consider their safety, seeking assurance that they were protected and secure.


    Only when individuals felt safe could they turn their attention to the need for belonging and love, nurturing intimate relationships and friendships. If he could successfully address these three levels, his citizens would then aspire to fulfill their esteem needs, seeking self-actualization, prestige, and a sense of accomplishment.


    ¡±There are more up Maslow''s hierarchy level of needs but I should make more opportunities for the citizens so they won''t have to worry about not getting a meal for the next day. Also improve the military so that the nation is safe and citizens could think about having fun with friends and their loved ones more without needing to worry about their meal or being attacked.¡± Arthur thought to himself.


    ¡­


    In a guest room,


    Duke Richard¡¯s fury erupted. ¡°What the hell is wrong with King Arthur Jr.?¡± he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.


    ¡°How could he change his mind so suddenly?¡± In a fit of rage, Richard grabbed the cup from the table and hurled it to the ground, shattering it into pieces.


    ¡°Father, I¡¯m so sorry. I¡¯m really, truly sorry,¡± Olivia cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to contain her distress.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    ¡°Why are you apologizing, my dear? You did nothing wrong,¡± Richard said, his tone softening as he turned to comfort her.


    With a trembling voice, Olivia recounted her encounter with King Arthur Jr. the previous night. ¡°I went to see him and asked him not to marry me. He got angry and shouted¡­¡± Her words faltered as she explained everything that happened that night without leaving anything.


    ¡°You did what?¡± Richard¡¯s voice rose again, a mix of disbelief and anger.


    Before he could continue, the knight stepped forward, trying to mediate. ¡°My lord, please don¡¯t be too hard on Miss Olivia. Consider what has happened over the past two days. Arthur Jr. has shown himself to be anything but an incompetent king. He has been more reasonable than ever, making decisions that even surpass those of many lords. Even if Miss Olivia hadn¡¯t approached him, the outcome might have been the same.¡±


    Richard¡¯s frustration simmered. ¡°You have a point, but it doesn¡¯t change the fact that Olivia¡¯s actions have complicated matters. Now he has a perfect excuse to reject my first condition.¡±


    Feeling ashamed, Olivia sank into her chair, her gaze fixed on the floor. The knight, sensing the tension, gently reminded Richard, ¡°My lord, perhaps we should read the conditions first. We only have three hours.


    With a heavy sigh, Richard unfolded the letter and began to read. At first, he was captivated by the clarity and detail of the conditions laid out before him. But as he continued, his amazement quickly change into frustration


    ¡°How am I supposed to agree to this tax system? I don''t even know if it would be good or bad to implement it on my own land? This is nothing more than declaring that I will be a Duke but only in name, while he takes 20% of my taxes! And set rule over my land¡± Richard¡¯s voice thundered, filled with indignation.


    ¡°And what is this nonsense called shares, tariff rates, and building infrastructure? The most absurd part is that I must adhere to these conditions for a hundred years¡ªeven after I¡¯m gone, my descendants will be bound by this!¡± His voice echoed through the room, a mix of anger and disbelief.


    ¡°Perhaps I should meet with his majesty to understand his intentions about how he is going to apply Taxation and other better before deciding whether to agree,¡± Richard said, his tone becoming softer.


    ¡°If it is not for the situation I am in I would reject this absurd condition Arthur Jr implemented without even thinking¡± Richard again shouted with frustration in his voice.


    Calming himself a while, Duke Richard stood up and opened the door, ready to find the valet. As he walked through the hallway, his mind raced with thoughts of the implications of Arthur¡¯s conditions. He soon found the valet and inquired about King Arthur Jr.¡¯s whereabouts. The valet informed him that his majesty was in the private library.


    Richard followed the valet to the library door, pausing to instruct his knight and daughter to stay behind. He entered alone, finding Arthur engrossed in his writing.

 Chapter 9: The Plan

    Richard walked up to Arthur and greeted "Your highness I have some questions and concerns about the condition you offer."


    "Hello, Duke Richard. I''m glad you came. Please, have a seat," Arthur replied, gesturing calmly to the chair opposite him. A long desk separated them, creating a formal yet intimate atmosphere.


    "What are your concerns?" Arthur asked, his tone calm but firm, a reflection of the confidence he had gained.


    "First, I would like to understand how Your Highness plans to change the taxation system," Richard said, choosing his words carefully. He recognized that Arthur had changed and is no longer someone who could no longer be easily manipulated as in the past.


    "Ahh, I have a taxation plan in mind," Arthur replied, shuffling through the papers he had prepared during his own time and handed the letter to Richard.


    In Arthur''s memory fragment from the past, the taxation system of Keldoria had been deeply flawed. Regardless of wealth, every citizen was taxed a flat rate of ten silver Keldo coins each month, amounting to one hundred and twenty silver coins annually. In Keldoria, the currency system was tiered, with four types of coins ranging from gold to tin. One gold coin equaled ten silver coins, one hundred copper coins, and one thousand tin coins.


    In terms of purchasing power, five tin coins could buy a single loaf of bread, while a kilogram of meat could cost around three silver coins, depending on the type. For the wealthy, ten silver coins a month was a mere trifle, but for the poors, who often struggled to afford even a loaf of bread each day, it felt like a devastating blow, stripping away their meager resources.


    Aside from a few toll fees for those traveling between regions, Keldoria''s tax system was virtually nonexistent. There were no goods and services taxes, no corporate taxes¡ªnothing to balance the scales. This system favored merchants and the affluent, allowing them to thrive while the common folk barely scraped by.


    Arthur''s new plan aimed to rectify this imbalance. He envisioned a comprehensive taxation system that included individual income tax, goods and services tax (GST), corporate tax, capital gains tax (CGT), and more.


    As Richard perused the details, he was struck by the progressive nature of the individual income tax. The plan featured tax brackets with varying rates, designed to ensure that those who earned less than five gold coins were exempt from taxation. For those earning between six and twenty gold coins, a modest 19% would be taken, while those in the 21 to 55 gold coin range would pay 26%. The wealthiest, earning above 56 gold coins, would contribute 38%.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Richard''s heart swelled with admiration as he read through the carefully calculated thresholds. Arthur had crafted a system that considered the financial realities of all citizens, ensuring that the burden of taxation would not crush the struggling poor while still generating substantial revenue for the nation. Richard could hardly believe that the once-inept king had created such a thoughtful and intricate plan¡ªone that even the most brilliant scholars would struggle to conceive -- moreover this plan of Taxation that King Arthur Jr invented could shake the nature of what taxation looks like in Nova continent.


    As he continued reading, Richard discovered that Arthur also intended to implement a goods and services tax, corporate tax, and capital gains tax. Each element was meticulously designed to enhance the economic landscape of Keldoria. Richard felt a sense of awe wash over him; he could find no fault in Arthur''s vision, only the promise of prosperity for his own Dukedom and Keldoria.


    Finally, unable to contain his admiration, Richard turned to Arthur, his voice filled with wonder. "Your Highness, did you truly come up with these ideas? Even the greatest scholars would be hard-pressed to think of such things!"


    Arthur chuckled softly to himself, thinking, he has lived in that economy for over twenty-five years and only three days in this world. However, he maintained his authoritative demeanor and replied "Do I need to explain everything a king does to a Duke?"


    Richard felt a wave of humility wash over him, realizing he had overstepped. He quickly apologized for prying and shifted the conversation to the shares and tariff rates mentioned in the conditions.


    Arthur suddenly remembered that the concept of buying and selling shares was non-existent in this world, where businesses were typically owned by a single individual or a family partnership. He had assumed everyone understood the idea of shares, so he hadn''t prepared a detailed written format for Richard to read.


    Thus Arthur explains what he knows not in detail but simple terms, "If someone starts a business but lacks sufficient funds, they can seek investment from family or strangers. In return, those investors receive a percentage of the business as shares. There are different types of shares: equity shares, which grant voting rights; preference shares, which prioritize dividends but lack voting rights; and dividend shares, which focus on regular payouts rather than capital appreciation. Hence, benefiting both party"


    As Arthur elaborated, Richard felt a sense of wonder and confusion. This was knowledge he had never encountered before. The more Arthur explained, the more Richard realized how limited his understanding had been. He felt a pang of inferiority, as if he were a mere insect compared to the towering intellect of the king before him.

 Chapter 10: The Plan (Part 2)

    After Richard grasped the concept of shares, Arthur leaned in and asked. "Duke Richard, do you understand how trade works, particularly when it comes to exchanging goods with other countries?"


    Richard, still feeling a twinge of inferiority, replied, "Trade is generally the same, whether it is within our nation or with foreign lands. Merchants buy and sell potions, food, and various goods to turn a profit."


    "Then can you explain how merchants resell the goods they acquire to customers?" Arthur pressed, eager to delve deeper.


    "Well," Richard began, "merchants typically sell items that are rare in our country or offer them at a lower price if they''re common. It seems like a win-win situation for everyone involved."


    "Is it really a win-win situation, though?" Arthur challenged, allowing Richard a moment to ponder. Richard shook his head, signaling his uncertainty.


    "Let''s consider it this way," Arthur continued, his tone thoughtful. "Imagine a local alchemist selling a healing potion for one gold coin. Now, suppose a merchant imports a similar potion from abroad and sells it for just 90 silver coins. Most customers would naturally goes toward the cheaper option, wouldn''t they?"


    Richard frowned, still struggling to grasp Arthur''s point. "Isn''t it only natural for customers to buy the same potion at a lower price?"


    Arthur chuckled softly, appreciating Richard''s perspective. "You''re right; it benefits the seller, the merchant, and the customer. But what about the local alchemist? He''s forced to lower his price or match the merchant''s to stay competitive. The local alchemist may not have many workers or the proper equipment, and his production costs might be around 80 silver coins for a bottle of potion. In contrast, foreign alchemists, benefiting from cheaper resources and labor, can produce their potions for just 70 silver coins. This puts our local alchemist at a severe disadvantage, potentially driving him out of business."


    Richard''s eyes widened as he began to understand the implications. "So, how does this relate to tariffs?"


    Arthur nodded, pleased to see Richard connecting the dots. "That''s where tariffs come into play. If we implement a tariff rate of 10% on imported goods, it would raise the price of the foreign potion. This would prevent merchants from undercutting our local prices, giving our alchemists a fighting chance to compete."


    Richard considered this carefully. "But wouldn''t that mean customers have to pay more?"


    "Yes," Arthur admitted, "in the short term, customers might face higher prices. However, in the long run, supporting our local businesses will lead to a more robust economy. As our alchemists and farmers thrive, they can invest in better equipment and hire more workers, ultimately creating more job opportunities for our people. To add more Keldoria will also gain more Tax revenue."


    Richard leaned back, the weight of Arthur''s words settling in. He had never considered trade from this perspective, and once again, he found himself amazed by the king''s insights.


    "But that''s not the only reason for tariffs," Arthur continued, his tone shifting to one of authority. "Imagine the Dukedom of Luke refuses to sign the new condition I offer or any agreement regarding tariff rates. As king, I have the power to classify any trade with them as bilateral trade¡ªessentially treating it as trade between neighboring countries. Without a prior agreement, I can impose any rate I choose. I could set the import tariff at 10% or even discourage our local businesses from exporting by imposing a 20% tariff on exports."This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    After hearing that, Richard felt a wave of fear wash over him, eclipsing any sense of amazement he might have had. The realization struck him like a thunderclap: with these rules, Arthur could unleash untold suffering on the Dukedom of Luke, punishing it mercilessly without ever breaking a single agreement previously tied to relationship between the kingdom and Dukedom. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Arthur''s intellect was a weapon, sharp and unyielding, capable of devising strategies that had never crossed the minds of scholars or leaders throughout history. It was not just that his plans made sense; they were a calculated blueprint for dominance that could reshape the very fabric of Keldoria.


    As Richard contemplated the implications, a sense of dread settled in the pit of his stomach. The more he thought about Arthur''s vision, the more he felt trapped in a web of fear and admiration.


    A soft knock interrupted their conversation, and a valet entered, announcing, "Your Majesty, here is the meal for your lunch." The valet''s gaze fell on Richard, and he couldn''t help but notice the shock and horror on the Duke''s face. The valet''s could not imagine what King Arthur had discussed with Richard to make Richard this shock.


    "Thank you. You can place it there; I''ll eat it later after I finish my discussion with Richard," Arthur instructed, gesturing to a side table. The valet complied and left the room, leaving the two men in a charged silence.


    Arthur turned back to Richard, his expression serious. "While I have shared my plans regarding taxation, tariffs, etc. I must also emphasize that I cannot disclose details about the infrastructure and future developments. You are not someone I fully trust, especially as the head of the Dukedom of Luke, which complicates matters further."


    Richard nodded, a hint of fear in his voice. "I understand, Your Highness. I won''t pry into those details."


    Before Richard could respond further, Arthur interjected, "Richard, the systems I''ve outlined are just the beginning. I will implement these changes slowly but surely to improve the situation in Keldoria. I can''t rush this process; doing so could lead to disastrous consequences. I''m sharing this with you because I want you to be informed before you decide whether to agree to my conditions. However, this information must remain confidential. You cannot discuss it with anyone, not even your son or trusted advisors."


    Yes, Your Highness. I will keep this confidential," Richard replied, his mind racing.


    He understood that Arthur''s plans could bring significant prosperity to the Dukedom of Luke, even if it meant giving 20% of what my land made. Richard realized that if he didn''t agree to Arthur''s new conditions, the Dukedom would suffer far more than he would gain from rejecting. Richard steeled himself, knowing that when they met again in the great hall, he would have no choice but to accept the condition, if he wanted to improve his land and also if he don''t accept, his land might also be conquered by Elysia, still feeling the weight of inferiority.


    "I don''t want to eat my lunch cold," Arthur said, breaking the tension. "So, I suggest you take some time to think it over and respond to my conditions in the Great Hall."


    "Yes, Your Highness," Richard said, standing up. He walked toward the door, his heart racing with a mix of fear, shock, and reluctant admiration.


    ¡­


    Outside of the library,


    Outside the library, Olivia and the knight awaited Richard, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. "Father how was the discussion and have you made up your mind about the conditions?" Olivia asked, her voice steady but laced with anticipation.


    Richard straightened, a newfound resolve in his demeanor. "Yes, I have decided to accept them. No one is to question my decision or discuss it further," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for dissent.


    He turned to his knight, his gaze sharp. "When we return to the Dukedom, make sure that everyone knows that King Arthur has changed and when they meet with King Arthur Jr. again, they must treat him with the utmost respect. If anyone dares to act as they did before, I will not hesitate to impose severe punishment."


    "Yes, my lord," the knight replied, the knight couldn''t help but wonder what had transpired to shift the once-furious Duke Richard into a figure now marked by fear and respect for the king after he came out.


    With his commands issued, Richard and his entourage made their way to the dining hall, where they would have lunch before preparing to meet Arthur again at one o''clock.

 Chapter 11: Klein

    In the Great Hall


    Richard met Arthur and formally signed the new agreement, solidifying their revised relationship. As part of the deal, Arthur dispatched 300 soldiers¡ªmost of whom were skilled mages¡ªalong with a sum of 300,000 gold to aid the Dukedom. Without delay, Richard and the soldiers departed the palace, beginning their journey back to the Dukedom.


    ¡­


    In the King''s Chambers


    After the meeting, Arthur retreated to his chambers. He threw himself into the bed, staring at the ceiling above, exhaustion etched into his features.


    ''At full speed, Richard should reach his Dukedom in about five days,'' Arthur thought.


    A bitter sigh escaped his lips. ''I wish I could have been born as a merchant''s son¡­ or anyone other than a king. Managing a small shop or estate would be far easier than governing an entire nation. I could have lived comfortably, using my knowledge of Earth to run a useful business."


    He paused, lost in his musings, but the weight of reality pulled him back.


    Arthur glanced at the clock. The gilded hands pointed to 4 p.m. Right on cue, his valet entered the room, silently putting a stack of papers Arthur had requested before slipping out again. Arthur pushed himself upright and approached his desk, the weight of his new responsibilities settling over him like an invisible shroud.


    As he sifted through the documents, Arthur reflected on his time since arriving in this world. Three days. Three days since his transmigration, and he had not stepped foot outside the palace. Most of his time had been spent drafting plans for the future¡ªblueprints meant to guide the Duke and to improve the nation.


    ''This isn''t enough,'' Arthur muttered, frustration seeping into his voice. ''I can''t rely on books and theories alone. To understand this world¡ªto truly make a difference¡ªI need to see it for myself. I also can''t blindly add rule and system I know from earth here in this world with magic and knight or it is likely to fail''


    Arthur ran a hand through his hair as the thought solidified in his mind. Books might offer knowledge, but they were often written through the lens of the privileged. They failed to capture the true struggles of the common folk¡ªthose at the bottom of society''s ladder. The poorest of the poor had no voice in these times, and Arthur knew that if he was to rule wisely, he needed to learn from the people themselves.


    ''I need to leave the palace,'' he whispered to himself, determination hardening his resolve. ''I need to see what life is like beyond these walls.''


    Arthur raised his voice, calling out, "Valet!"


    Moments later, the valet appeared in the doorway. "Your Highness, do you need something?"


    "Yes. Summon the guard captain, Klein, to my chambers. I need to discuss some matters with him," Arthur ordered, his tone leaving no room for questions.


    The valet bowed. "Yes, Your Highness. I will inform Captain Klein immediately."


    Arthur added sternly, "Do not tell anyone about my plans for tomorrow. Simply summon Klein and say nothing more."If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    "Understood, Your Highness." The valet bowed again and swiftly exited.


    Arthur leaned back in his chair, his mind drifting to Klein. While Arthur''s reputation had fallen, Klein''s loyalty had never wavered. The guard captain had been raised to his position by Arthur''s late father, King Arthur III, who had once saved Klein''s family from certain death when Klein was just a twelve years old boy. That act of mercy had forged an unshakable bond of loyalty. Even after the former king''s death, Klein continued to serve Arthur with the same dedication, despite the younger king''s bad choices and tarnished name.


    Thus Arthur trusted Klein that he would not betray him.


    Still, Arthur''s unease lingered. He remembered all too well the failed assassination attempt that had led to his transmigration into this body. That lingering icy cold feeling clung to him like a phantom.


    "If someone tried to kill me once, they might try again," Arthur mused darkly. "I need to remain vigilant."


    Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door. Arthur turned toward the sound as both the valet and Captain Klein entered the room.


    "Your Majesty, I have brought Captain Klein, as per your request," the valet announced, bowing before quietly exiting, leaving the two alone.


    Klein stood at attention, his tall, broad frame casting a commanding presence. Dressed in polished armor, with his hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword, the man exuded confidence and discipline.


    "Your Majesty," Klein greeted with a respectful nod, his voice low and steady. "What is it that you require of me?"


    Arthur rose from his seat, folding his arms as he approached Klein.


    "Klein, tomorrow I intend to leave the palace. I will be visiting both the outskirts and the center of Eldoria."


    Klein''s brow furrowed slightly. "What is your reason, Your Majesty?"


    Arthur paused, holding Klein''s gaze. "I need to see the kingdom for myself¡ªhow the people live, what they endure. Books and reports tell me nothing of their real struggles. This journey is not for leisure. It''s to understand the truth about my nation."


    Klein remained silent for a moment, as though weighing the words. Arthur continued, his voice firm. "However, I will not be traveling as a king. I will go incognito. To avoid suspicion, I want only two guards to accompany me, and no one else must know of this trip."


    "Two guards, Your Majesty?" Klein''s tone held a trace of hesitation. "With all due respect, it is my duty to protect you. Such a small escort could¡ª"


    Arthur cut him off. "I know the risks, Klein. But I cannot draw attention. Word can''t spread that I''m leaving the palace. I trust you above anyone else. I need you to select two men¡ªguards you trust with your life¡ªand assign them a false mission. Except for the valet, no one, not even the palace staff, must know the truth."


    "Your Majesty, as you command. I will personally select the guards and ensure they understand the importance of discretion."


    Arthur allowed a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you"


    Without another word, Klein turned and exited the room, leaving Arthur alone once more.


    ¡­


    Outside the King''s Chamber


    Klein strode down the dimly lit corridors of the palace, his mind swirling with thoughts. The Arthur he had spoken to just now felt¡­ different. The arrogance and recklessness that had once defined the young king seemed to have vanished. Instead, there was purpose in his words¡ªan unfamiliar resolve that unsettled Klein, but in a good way.


    ''He''s changing,'' Klein thought to himself as he passed a line of guards standing at attention. ''That was not the Arthur I once knew.''


    ''Maybe¡­ just maybe, he can become the king this nation needs,'' Klein mused. ''Even better than my lord King Arthur III.''


    Reaching the barracks, Klein called for his two most trusted guards¡ªveterans who had served with him for years. He assigned them their new "mission," ensuring they understood the necessity of absolute secrecy.


    "Tomorrow," Klein told them sternly, "you are not to speak of your orders to anyone. You will follow His Majesty and protect him with your lives. Do you understand?"


    The guards saluted in unison. "Yes, Captain!"


    As Klein dismissed them, he paused, glancing toward the palace''s eastern windows, where the faint glow of twilight marked the horizon.


    "If Arthur is serious about this, then I will do everything in my power to ensure his safety. I owe that much to King Arthur III."


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 Chapter 12: The Central Square

    The Next Morning in the King¡¯s Chambers


    Arthur awoke with a renewed sense of purpose. Today marked the beginning of his mission to see and experience the real situation of Kelodoria.


    He called for his valet and spoke firmly, ¡°I will be leaving the palace for the next three days. You are not to tell anyone about this. Simply bring my meals as usual¡ªto the library or my chambers¡ªand leave them there. Understood?¡±


    The valet hesitated but ultimately bowed. ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡±


    Arthur had no choice but to inform the valet of his plan. As the one responsible for managing the king¡¯s daily tasks, the valet would inevitably notice his absence. This precaution would buy Arthur time before anyone became suspicious.


    Thanks to his past behavior, Arthur knew he could remain in his chambers without raising alarms. His reputation for indulging in excess and shirking responsibilities made it plausible for him to skip meetings without question.


    ¡°Prepare some clothes suitable for a commoner,¡± Arthur added. ¡°Pack additional garments as well. I¡¯ll need them for the journey.¡± The valet nodded, his expression betraying no emotion, and left to fulfill the king¡¯s order


    After everything was prepared, Arthur, wearing a wig, slipped out of the palace with the help of Klein. Dressed in plain, commoner attire and armed with a new identity, Arthur introduced himself as Sam, a modest merchant of commoner origin. According to the fabricated backstory Klein provided, Sam earned a modest income of 6 to10 gold coins per year¡ªa lower-middle-class livelihood. The disguise was designed to avoid suspicion while allowing Arthur to blend in with the people.


    Not far from the palace gates, Arthur met the two guards Klein had chosen for the mission. As he approached, Klein introduced them, and Arthur carefully studied their demeanor. These men would be his only protection outside the palace.


    One of the guards, Carl, was a mage proficient in lightning magic. His confident posture and sharp gaze reflected his skill and discipline. The other guard, Tom, was a four-star aura knight¡ªa seasoned warrior with a calm, unshakable presence. Together, they bowed slightly and waited for Arthur, now Sam, to speak.


    ¡°I¡¯m Sam,¡± Arthur began, his voice steady but humble. ¡°For the next three days, we¡¯ll be traveling together. I trust Klein has informed you of the need for secrecy?¡±


    ¡°Yes, sir,¡± Carl replied with a respectful nod. ¡°We¡¯ve been briefed and understand the importance of this mission.¡±


    ¡°Good,¡± Arthur said. ¡°We leave now and head to the central square of the Eldoria¡±


    Arthur stepped into the carriage that the two guards had prepared, and they set off toward the bustling central square of Eldoria.


    Although the king resided in Eldoria, the castle was situated on the city''s outskirts. This location was chosen for its strategic advantages, including ample space to accommodate the royal guards and military facilities. Additionally, its elevated terrain offered a natural vantage point, enhancing the kingdom¡¯s defensive capabilities.


    As the carriage rumbled closer to the central square, the streets grew increasingly lively. The faint murmur of voices swelled into a vibrant cacophony¡ªmerchants shouting to advertise their goods, children laughing as they darted through the narrow streets, and the occasional crackle of magical energy as images demonstrated their skills. Arthur peered through the window, his gaze tracing the rugged charm of Eldoria. The buildings, made of rough-hewn stone, stood sturdy despite their weathered appearance. Wooden carts laden with fruits, fabrics, and trinkets lined the uneven cobblestone streets, adding to the chaotic but colorful atmosphere.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    When Arthur arrived at the central square, he saw a bustling hive of activity. In the heart of the square stood a large fountain, its stone surface worn smooth by time. Clear water cascaded from its central spout, creating a steady, soothing rhythm amidst the bustling scene. The fountain served as a gathering point, its circular base surrounded by wooden benches where weary travelers and locals rested. Around it, blacksmiths with soot-streaked faces haggled over enchanted tools, farmers unloaded freshly harvested crops, and wandering mages showcased small bursts of magic to attract customers. Children played near the fountain¡¯s edge, occasionally splashing water onto one another, their laughter brightening the square.


    Even though Keldoria was a small nation ruled by an incompetent king, the main capital appeared far from struggling¡ªat least on the surface. The bustling streets, vibrant marketplace, and lively chatter painted a picture of prosperity and activity. Yet Arthur, observing more closely, saw a different story unfolding in the shadows. As the carriage moved past the busier parts of the city, the sights changed. In quieter, less fortunate corners, people sat huddled against the stone walls, their faces gaunt and weary. Beggars stretched out trembling hands, silently pleading for scraps of food or a few coins. Children with tattered clothes darted around, scavenging what they could. The stark contrast between the central square¡¯s energy and the outskirts¡¯ quiet despair weighed heavily on Arthur.


    However, Arthur knew he couldn¡¯t act on his instincts to help¡ªnot now. If he stopped to aid one or two people, it would draw attention and risk a flood of others approaching him for charity. Worse, it could jeopardize his anonymity. Reluctantly, he steeled himself, suppressing the urge to intervene, and focused on the plan at hand. Once they reached their destination, Arthur and his guards made their way to a modest inn. The building, made of weathered stone with a wooden sign creaking in the breeze, blended seamlessly with its surroundings. After paying for two rooms, one for himself and another for the two guards, Arthur placed his few belongings inside.


    After settling his belongings in the inn, Arthur adjusted the wig that concealed his identity, the modest attire of a commoner helping to complete the disguise. He turned to his guards, Carl and Tom, issuing a quiet command.


    "Follow me, but keep your distance," he instructed. "I need to blend in."


    The wig and plain clothing served a dual purpose: not only did they obscure his royal features, but they also played on the public¡¯s perception of their king. No one would ever expect the notoriously prideful and inept King Arthur Jr. to don the humble garments of a commoner or alter his appearance with a mere wig.


    Arthur made his way to the central square in search of a popular tavern. He knew taverns were often the best places to gather information, as loose tongues flowed freely alongside the drinks. Upon finding one that seemed lively, Arthur entered, selected a table, and ordered a light drink to keep himself sharp and focused. The table was shared, and when his two guards, Carl and Tom, attempted to sit with him, Arthur promptly waved them away. It would be more productive, he reasoned, to leave room for strangers to join him¡ªideal for casual conversations that might reveal the sentiments of the locals.


    During his time in the tavern, Arthur gleaned several valuable insights. It became clear that King Arthur Jr. was deeply unpopular among the commoners and even some barons. Another recurring topic was the overwhelming power held by the nobles. The laws of Keldoria demanded that commoners treat nobles with respect, with severe punishments for any perceived mistreatment. However, the nobles had twisted these rules, using them to justify punishment for even the most trivial or unintentional slights. Additionally, Arthur learned that nearly 20% of the population was homeless or struggling to find stable work. The influx of cheaper imported goods from other nations had driven many local tradespeople out of business, leaving them drowning in debt and despair.

 Chapter 13: The Trip

    As Arthur walked back to the inn under the fading light of the evening, the central square began to transform. The lively hustle of the day had given way to a calmer, quieter ambiance, with lanterns casting a warm, golden glow over the cobblestone streets. Street vendors packed up their stalls, while others lit small magical orbs to keep their businesses open into the night. The gentle murmur of conversations mixed with the occasional laughter of children chasing each other around the fountain.


    Arthur couldn¡¯t help but notice the stark contrast in how the citizens spent their evenings. Some sat at the fountain¡¯s edge, sharing stories and laughter, while others carried the weight of their struggles, their faces marked by fatigue and worry. The scent of freshly baked bread from a nearby bakery lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of roasted meat from street vendors.


    The sunset painted the horizon with hues of gold and crimson, its beauty a brief reprieve from the struggles of the kingdom. Arthur sat for a moment longer, reflecting on the day¡¯s events and the hardships he had observed. Despite the small joys of the people, the underlying problems of Keldoria were ever-present.


    As the first stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Arthur rose from the bench, stretched his legs, and made his way back to the inn. The guards discreetly followed him from a distance, ensuring his safety as he returned to his room. Once inside, Arthur removed his wig, letting out a sigh of relief and rest for the night.


    The next day, Arthur ventured to the outskirts of Eldoria, where he encountered a starkly different reality. Unlike the bustling central square and the lively popular districts, the outskirts were marked by destitution and despair. Many people were living on the streets, struggling to survive. Women deemed attractive often resorted to selling their bodies, while others resorted to begging, stealing, or even fighting for scraps of food to stave off hunger. Despite their relentless efforts, starvation claimed the lives of many.


    After carefully observing the dire conditions, Arthur returned to the inn to rest for the night. In the solitude of his room, he reflected deeply on what he had witnessed. The outskirts were home to the homeless and the impoverished¡ªindividuals who had lost their jobs or failed businessmen crushed by huge debts. Others had never managed to find employment, trapped in a cycle of poverty.


    In contrast, those residing in the central square or the wealthier districts even if they are not noble, they enjoyed a better quality of life. They had jobs, some measure of wealth, and the means to sustain themselves. The nobles, on the other hand, displayed their opulence by either residing in the central square or retreating to vast rural estates, where there is a large area of lands and isolation to show their superior status.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    Pondering the sharp divide between the lives of the privileged and the suffering of the destitute, Arthur felt the weight of the kingdom¡¯s inequalities pressing down on him. After analyzing the grim realities he had observed, he resolved to carry the insights forward. He closed his eyes, letting sleep take him once more, determined to continue his mission the next day.


    On the final day of his trip, Arthur explored the rest of Eldoria, taking in the kingdom''s full spectrum of life. By afternoon, he found himself back at the central square, seated on a bench near the fountain. The gentle breeze carried the sounds of life around him¡ªmerchants haggling, citizens chatting, and children laughing as they played. Despite the kingdom''s flaws, there was something peaceful about watching people go about their lives, working hard, relaxing, or enjoying simple moments of joy.


    As Arthur observed, his attention was drawn to a man accompanied by five escorts. The guards flanked the man closely, their presence a clear indication of his status. Arthur guessed he was a noble, possibly of baron rank, though he didn¡¯t recognize him. The baron strode confidently through the square, his path clearing as commoners quickly stepped aside, wary of offending him.


    Suddenly, a stray ball struck the baron squarely in the head. Startled and enraged, the baron turned to see a young boy, no older than ten, standing frozen in fear. The boy was thin, with unkempt hair and tattered clothes that hung loosely on his malnourished frame. His wide eyes brimmed with tears, and his hands trembled as he stood rooted to the spot. His friends scattered immediately, leaving him alone. The baron, face contorted with anger, stormed toward the child. Before the boy could stammer an apology, the baron struck him across the face. The boy crumpled to the ground, crying out in pain, only to be kicked mercilessly by the baron.


    The boy''s cries for help filled the square, but no one dared intervene. A man, likely the boy¡¯s father, rushed forward and dropped to his knees, pleading for mercy. The father was a frail man in his mid-thirties, with hollow cheeks and sunken eyes that spoke of endless hardship. His clothes were patched and worn, a testament to his struggle to make ends meet. ¡°Please, my lord, forgive my son. It was an accident.¡±


    The baron sneered, stopping his assault on the boy only to direct his fury at the father. ¡°This filthy commoner dared to strike me with his ball? Do you think an apology is enough?¡± He delivered a brutal kick to the man, who curled up, shielding himself. ¡°This is attempted murder on a baron!¡± the baron shouted. ¡°I¡¯ll see to it that your entire family is punished!¡±


    The father, bruised and trembling, continued to beg. ¡°Spare my family, my lord. Punish only me and my son, I beg you.¡±


    Arthur could no longer bear the sight of the injustice. The baron¡¯s privileged cruelty burned in his chest, and he stood up from the bench. His sharp gaze locked onto the baron as he approached with calm determination. ¡°That¡¯s enough,¡± Arthur said, his voice commanding and resolute. ¡°Stop this at once.¡±

 Chapter 14: The Baron vs The King

    The baron turned sharply, his face twisting into a mixture of surprise and disdain. ¡°Who dares interrupt me?¡± he sneered, his eyes scanning Arthur with contempt.


    Dressed as a commoner, Arthur¡¯s plain attire betrayed none of his true identity. The baron¡¯s lips curled into a mocking smirk. ¡°And who are you to tell me what I can or cannot do?¡±


    Arthur stood his ground, his voice steady. ¡°A man who won¡¯t stand by while a child is beaten over an accident,¡± he said, his gaze unwavering. ¡°What kind of person strikes a boy and his father for a minor mistake, let alone threatens their family? Have you no shame?¡±


    The baron¡¯s son, a haughty young noble, sneered. ¡°Hey, commoner fatso, do you even know who my father is?¡±


    ¡°What, your mother didn¡¯t tell you?¡± Arthur replied. The crowd erupted into muffled laughter, the boy¡¯s face reddening with humiliation.


    Enraged, Baron barked an order to his guards. ¡°Capture that insolent fool who dares to insult Ethan Yone, Baron of House Yone!¡±


    Two guards stepped forward, closing in on Arthur. Before they could lay a hand on him, a lightning spell erupted from the side, striking both guards and leaving them sprawled unconscious on the ground. Gasps rippled through the crowd as Carl, Arthur¡¯s guard, emerged from the crowd, his hand still crackling with residual energy.


    The baron¡¯s remaining knights formed a protective line in front of their lord. ¡°Who dares use magic against a noble in the central square?¡± Ethan shouted, his voice tinged with panic.


    Carl stepped forward, his voice sharp. ¡°You dare to harm¡ª¡±


    Arthur raised a hand, cutting Carl off before he could say more. ¡°It was my guard acting in defense of me.¡±


    Ethan¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Identify yourself. How dare you insult me and attack my men? Do you understand that a commoner insulting a noble is a crime punishable by death?¡±


    Arthur¡¯s tone hardened. ¡°I understand you¡¯re a baron, but abusing your noble status to enforce cruel punishments over a child¡¯s harmless mistake? Despicable. The boy¡¯s ball didn¡¯t even harm you, yet you threaten their entire family? Do you call that justice?¡±


    Ethan scoffed. ¡°Justice? A commoner¡¯s word means nothing. Report me to the officials? They¡¯ll side with the nobility, as always. Even our so-called king, Arthur Jr., only cares about himself. Do you think he¡¯d punish me?¡±If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Arthur¡¯s gaze sharpened, his thoughts simmering. This fool has no idea who he¡¯s insulting. How typical of the arrogant nobility to mock their own king without a second thought. Perhaps it¡¯s time to remind him who truly holds power.


    Ethan¡¯s smirk deepened. ¡°Consequences? I¡¯ve shown mercy by not punishing the boy more severely. If you think you can intimidate me, think again.¡±


    Tom, a four-star aura knight, could no longer contain himself. Stepping forward, he drew his sword with a resonant ring of steel. ¡°How dare you speak of His Highness that way, you lowly baron!¡±


    Ethan¡¯s laughter died, replaced by a flicker of fear. His guards drew their weapons, but before the conflict could ignite, Arthur raised a hand and spoke. ¡°Stand down, Tom.¡±


    Arthur thought to himself since it is the final day of the trip, it won¡¯t matter if he revealed his identity as King Arthur Jr. It would not only secure favor and goodwill among the commoners but also serve a greater purpose. He understood that gaining their trust was essential for the future stability of the nation¡ªa foundation he intended to build.


    Arthur stepped forward, his movements deliberate. Reaching up, he removed the wig he¡¯d been wearing. Gasps rippled through the square as his unmistakable features came into view. From his pocket, he withdrew his royal identification card, bearing the sigil of Keldoria. The revelation hit like a thunderclap.


    Ethan staggered back, his bravado crumbling. ¡°Y-Your Highness¡­¡±


    Arthur ignored him, kneeling beside the injured boy. He gently helped the child sit up, then turned to the boy¡¯s father, assisting him to his feet. Both stammered their thanks, their fear evident.


    Arthur addressed the crowd, his voice firm yet compassionate. ¡°You have nothing to fear. No one will harm you for this. I¡¯m sorry for the injustices you¡¯ve endured under a king who has failed you. That changes now. From this day forward, I vow to create a kingdom where every citizen is treated with dignity and fairness.¡±


    The murmurs of the crowd were a mix of disbelief and hope. Some remained skeptical, recalling the king¡¯s reputation. Others dared to believe in a brighter future.


    Arthur silenced the murmurs with a raised hand. ¡°To begin, I will see justice done here and now. Baron Ethan will answer for abusing his power and harming the innocent.¡±


    Ethan dropped to his knees, his voice trembling with desperation. ¡°Your Highness, it was a misunderstanding! The boy kicked a ball at my face¡ªI was merely teaching him respect. Spare me, and my family will provide you with treasures, magic items, gold¡ªanything you desire to strengthen the kingdom.¡±


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 Chapter 15: Nobility

    ¡°Do you really think bribery can solve this?¡± Arthur asked, his tone sharp and unwavering.


    Ethan, consumed by panic and fear, stammered, ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Your Highness! I didn¡¯t mean it like that. But if you spare me, my uncle¡ªCount David, who¡¯s like a godfather to me¡ªwould be most grateful. He¡¯d even support you with whatever you need.¡±


    Arthur¡¯s eyes narrowed as he thought to himself ¡®Did he not just hear me say that bribery wouldn¡¯t solve this? And now he¡¯s doubling down, dragging his uncle Count David into this mess?¡¯


    Drawing on the memories of the past Arthur, he reflected on the structure of nobility in Keldoria. The kingdom¡¯s noble hierarchy consisted of four ranks: Baron, Count, Marquess, and Duke, with Barons holding the lowest rank and Dukes occupying the highest.


    To attain the title of Baron, one needed to be extraordinarily wealthy or possess exceptional magical talent equivalent to a B-rank mage or higher, or 3 to 4 star aura knight of considerable skill. However, most Baron are usually wealthy because most of the talented knights and mages without financial means often found themselves in the service of the king or weather nobles.


    Counts, however, required more than individual success. To ascend to this rank, one needed influential connections with nobles of equal or higher standing and a proven ability to aid the kingdom in meaningful ways. Families of Counts typically have multiple high ranked mages or aura knights within their family household.


    The title of Marquess was reserved for those whose families possessed extraordinary talents or commanded loyal subjects. This rank was also granted to retired heroes or those who had rendered unparalleled service to the kingdom during times of war.


    Regardless of their rank, nobles were invaluable during wartime, contributing wealth, troops, and strategic expertise. This dependence had given rise to the law forbidding commoners from disrespecting the nobility¡ªa rule often abused to protect the powerful.


    Arthur¡¯s thoughts returned to the present, and he spoke with authority. ¡°I don¡¯t care if your uncle or godfather is a Count. You have broken the law by abusing your power to oppress the weak. As such, you will pay a fine of 20 gold coins and serve five months in prison with labor.¡±


    A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd. Many could hardly believe that the king was actually punishing a noble for bullying a commoner.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.


    Arthur raised his voice to address them, cutting through the chatter. ¡°As I said before, from today onward, I, King Arthur Jr., will transform Keldoria into a better kingdom. This begins with changing unjust laws and reforming flawed systems. I know I have been an incompetent king in the past, but I promise you this: I will earn your trust and rebuild this nation. All I ask is that you believe in me.¡±


    The crowd¡¯s murmur grew louder, their voices a mix of skepticism and cautious hope. Some doubted that the king could truly change, given his past indifference. Yet most recognized a shift in Arthur demeanor and were certain that this was not something the King Arthur Jr. they once knew would do.¡±


    After handling things in the central square, Arthur and his guards headed back to the castle.


    ¡­


    Later that evening, in the king¡¯s chamber, Arthur let out a contented sigh. ¡°Ahh, this is refreshing,¡± he murmured, rubbing his hair dry with a towel. He strolled over to his study desk and sank into the chair, his gaze drifting to the window.


    Night had fallen completely, and the moon hung high in the sky, its silver light bathing the room in a soft glow. Arthur smiled faintly. ¡°Even when it¡¯s not full, the moon still shines bright,¡± he mused aloud, his voice tinged with quiet admiration.


    He leaned back in his chair, letting his thoughts wander.


    Now that I¡¯ve visited so many places in Eldoria, both urban and rural, I¡¯ve learned a lot about the kingdom. Eldoria, much like the bustling business district, is where most of the kingdom¡¯s trade happens. It¡¯s also home to many of the nobles, given that it¡¯s the capital of Keldoria. But other regions, like Solarny with its esteemed magic tower, or Iron Hearth with its rich deposits of iron ore, copper, and gemstones, are equally vital for Keldoria.


    Arthur exhaled slowly, his gaze returning to the moon. His thoughts drifted again.


    I should make time to visit those regions later. But for now, I need to focus on ways to generate more revenue to strengthen the nation. Implementing a progressive tax system could be a solution, but introducing it outright might destabilize Keldoria.


    He frowned, running a hand through his hair. The nobles and wealthier commoners would likely oppose paying more, while those with lower incomes would welcome the change. Such disparity could sow discord. The tax reform might be beneficial for the kingdom in the long run, but Keldoria is a nation constantly at war with neighboring nations. The nobles, who play a crucial role in funding and supporting the wars, might see the new system as a threat and withdraw their support. If they leave Keldoria, the consequences could be disastrous.


    Arthur scratched his head in frustration. He understood the theory behind the tax system and its potential to improve the kingdom, but implementing it in a way that satisfied all parties seemed an insurmountable challenge.


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 Chapter 16: The Bribery Attempt

    Knock, knock, knock.


    The door creaked open, revealing the valet. He stepped inside and bowed slightly. ¡°Your Majesty, Baron Yone wishes to see you.¡±


    Arthur stirred from his slumber, his voice groggy as he replied, ¡°He must be here to talk about his son''s punishment? Also what time is it?¡±


    ¡°It is 10:30 a.m., Your Highness,¡± the valet responded.


    ¡°10:30 ?¡± Arthur sat upright, startled. ¡°How did I oversleep?¡±


    ¡®Maybe, I got too worked up last night about the plans to deal with nobles who might rebel against me or leave the country if I implement rules that might be disadvantageous to them.¡¯ Arthur mumbled to himself.


    He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and said, ¡°Bring my clothes and leave them by the bed. You don¡¯t need to stay and assist me. Also, inform Baron Yone that I¡¯ll be down shortly.¡±


    ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± the valet said with a bow before leaving to carry out the instructions.


    Arthur sighed as he rushed to the bathroom to freshen up.


    Once cleaned up, he approached the neatly arranged clothes the valet had prepared and began dressing. The intricate layers and heavy fabric reminded him of his old life cloths that are easy  to wear unlike the cloths that right in front of him.


    ''I wish I could wear lighter clothes like those on Earth. Wearing these royal garments feels more exhausting than climbing two flights of stairs.''


    Since his transmigration in this world, Arthur had never grown accustomed to having someone else dress him. It felt too invasive, so has to handle it himself.


    Finally ready, Arthur made his way to the great hall where Baron Yone was waiting.


    When Arthur arrived at the great hall, the guards standing by the massive doors stepped aside and pushed them open. Inside, the King¡¯s council and Baron Yone were waiting, their expressions a mix of anticipation and unease.


    Arthur strode confidently to the throne and seated himself, his posture straight, exuding authority. Though he had a strong suspicion of why Baron Yone was here, he chose to ask, ¡°What brings you here, Baron Yone?¡±


    Baron Yone bowed deeply before speaking. ¡°Greetings, Your Majesty. I have come to discuss the punishment you have given my son.¡±


    Arthur¡¯s eyes hardened. His tone was firm, carrying a hint of challenge as he replied, ¡°Are you suggesting that my decision was unjust, Baron Yone?¡±If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    The baron immediately panicked, raising his hands in a placating gesture. ¡°No, Your Majesty, not at all! What I meant to say is... my foolish son made a grievous mistake. Instead of the punishment he is facing, perhaps we could come to a more mutually beneficial arrangement?¡±


    Arthur¡¯s expression darkened. ¡®Like father, like son.¡¯ He thought to himself. ¡®His son tried to bribe me, and now here he is, doing the exact same thing. No wonder; corruption seems deeply ingrained in their family.¡¯


    ¡°Baron Yone,¡± Arthur said, his voice sharp and authoritative, ¡°are you attempting to bribe me?¡±


    ¡°No, no!¡± the baron stammered. ¡°I only meant to propose a solution that could aid Your Majesty while also securing my son¡¯s release.¡±


    Arthur¡¯s thoughts raced. ¡®Does he even realize how blatant his words are? That¡¯s bribery, dressed up in polite language.¡¯


    Fixing the baron with an unyielding gaze, Arthur said, ¡°Your son abused his position and power to harm an innocent commoner. Such actions cannot go unpunished. Justice must be upheld.¡±


    Baron Yone¡¯s voice took on an apologetic tone as he countered, ¡°Your Majesty, I ask only that you consider the past. Our family has supported this kingdom through wars, providing funds and resources in times of great need.¡±


    Arthur leaned forward slightly, his gaze unwavering. ¡°Baron Yone, enough. I have already shown mercy by not punishing your son further when he insulted me, the king of Keldoria. Is that not enough? Or would you like me to revisit that offense as well?¡±


    The baron paled, opening his mouth to respond, but Arthur cut him off. ¡°I understand your family¡¯s contributions, but I have a responsibility to all citizens of Keldoria. I publicly announced my intent to improve the lives of every citizen yesterday. News of that declaration has likely spread throughout the kingdom by now. Do you truly expect me to contradict my own words for personal gain?¡±


    Baron Yone faltered, his attempts at persuasion exhausted. The silence hung heavy in the hall as Arthur allowed his words to settle. Finally, Arthur broke the stillness.


    ¡°Baron Yone, your son has violated the laws of this kingdom, and he will face the consequences. I advise you to accept this reality and ensure no harm comes to the commoner your son wronged. Any retaliation will be met with severe repercussions. If you have nothing further to say, you may leave. And do not forget to pay the twenty Keldo gold coins as ordered.¡±


    Defeated, Baron Yone bowed stiffly and departed the hall, his shoulders heavy with resignation.


    After dismissing everyone from the great hall, Arthur leaned back in the throne, lost in thought. ¡®Baron Yone might hold a grudge against me, but I had no choice. Gaining the favor of the commoners is crucial if I¡¯m to solidify my position as king.¡¯


    He ran a hand through his hair and stifled a yawn. ¡®I still feel so sleepy. I probably overworked myself yesterday, but it was worth it. At least I¡¯ve come up with a plan to handle nobles who might consider leaving the kingdom. Still, I need a more effective strategy to deal with influential figures like the Marquises and powerful Counts. They are likely to rebel instead of leaving if I push too hard when implementing new rules and a fair tax system.¡¯


    Arthur sighed, rising from the throne. ¡®For now, I should check the training grounds and get a sense of the mages and knights we have in Eldoria. Knowing their capabilities might help in the future.¡¯


    He exited the great hall, pausing briefly to call for the valet. ¡°Take me to the training grounds where the kingdom¡¯s soldiers train,¡± he instructed.


    ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± the valet said, bowing slightly before leading the way.

 Chapter 17: Training Ground

    The valet led Arthur through the sprawling castle corridors. Along the way, Arthur caught glimpses of intricate tapestries lining the walls, each depicting pivotal moments in the kingdom¡¯s storied history.


    After several minutes, they arrived at the training grounds. The clang of steel on steel, the sharp commands of instructors, and the occasional crackle of magic filled the air. Arthur stopped at the edge of the entrance, taking in the scene before him.


    The training ground was a vast open field situated behind the castle, spanning an area roughly the size of ten football fields. It was a carefully organized space, alive with activity. Knights sparred in pairs under the watchful eyes of their instructors, their swords clashing in precise, measured strikes. Mages stood in a designated section, focusing their energy on stationary targets, sending bursts of fire, ice, and light shooting through the air.


    Each area of the grounds was purpose-built: rows of straw dummies lined one section for melee practice, a range with distant targets was set up for mages, and a sand-covered zone hosted endurance and stamina training drills.


    ¡°This is the training ground for the soldiers and guards of Eldoria,¡± the valet explained.


    Arthur¡¯s gaze swept over the scene, lingering on the knights and mages honing their skills. ¡°Thank you for showing me the way,¡± he replied.


    ¡°My pleasure, Your Majesty. I¡¯ll wait here if you need me,¡± the valet said, bowing slightly and stepping aside.


    Arthur stepped onto the training ground, the crisp air carrying the sounds of clashing swords and shouts of determination. As he strolled forward, his eyes scanned the bustling field until they landed on Klein, the guard captain of the royal palace.


    Klein approached with a steady gait and greeted. ¡°Your Majesty, what brings you to the training grounds today?¡±


    Arthur offered a small smile. ¡°I wanted to see what the training grounds look like and observe our knights and mages in action. Also, I¡¯ve decided it¡¯s time to train this body of mine which is cover in fat.¡±


    Klein¡¯s eyebrows rose slightly in surprise, but he quickly composed himself. ¡°That¡¯s an admirable decision, Your Majesty. I¡¯d be happy to show you around the facilities and introduce you to our knights and mages. But how do you plan to start your training?¡±


    Arthur replied with calm determination, ¡°Since I can¡¯t use magic, I¡¯ll focus on building stamina and improving my fitness. If time allows, I¡¯d also like to learn some swordsmanship.¡±


    Klein¡¯s surprise turned into a pleased smile. ¡°That¡¯s excellent, Your Majesty. It¡¯s good to see you taking an interest in improving yourself. Do you have a specific style or technique in mind for swordsmanship?¡±


    Arthur shook his head thoughtfully. ¡°Not yet. I¡¯d like to take a look around the grounds first and see what catches my attention.¡±


    ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty,¡± Klein replied with a respectful nod. ¡°Let¡¯s start with our knights, as they¡¯re the closest from here.¡±


    The two made their way to the section of the training ground where knights were engaged in mock battles. The clang of metal against metal grew louder as they approached. Groups of knights sparred energetically, while others rested on the sidelines, catching their breath.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    When the knights noticed Arthur, a ripple of surprise spread through the group. Many of them halted their training and straightened up, offering bows and greetings. Arthur caught the bewilderment in their expressions and couldn¡¯t help but reflect to himself, ¡®It¡¯s no wonder they¡¯re shocked. The former Arthur only stepped foot in these training grounds when he was 12 years old, and that was 14 years ago. For them, the sight of a ¡°good-for-nothing¡± king walking into the training after a long time must be unimaginable.¡¯


    While Arthur was in thought, Klein gestured toward the knights. ¡°These are some of our finest. In total, Eldoria has 416 knights, but since they rotate training shifts, there are around 150 present today.¡±


    Arthur nodded as he observed the knights closely, then raised his voice to address them. ¡°Continue with your training,¡± he announced firmly. Though he noticed a few displeased glances from some knights who seemed unsettled by his sudden presence, Arthur chose to ignore them, maintaining his calm demeanor as he walked alongside Klein.


    Gradually, the knights returned to their training. The rhythmic clash of swords and the grunts of effort filled the air once more. Arthur¡¯s eyes scanned the field, taking in the diversity of styles among the knights. Some favored raw power, their strikes heavy and deliberate, while others relied on speed and precision, their movements swift and calculated.


    As he observed, a particularly intense duel on the far side of the field caught his attention. Two knights were locked in combat, their clash far more dynamic than the others. Intrigued, Arthur approached, drawn by the sheer ferocity and skill on display.


    ¡°Who are those two?¡± Arthur asked Klein, gesturing toward the knights. ¡°Their fight is on a completely different level. One is moving so fast it¡¯s hard to follow, and the other strikes with such force that the ground cracks a little beneath him.¡±


    Klein followed Arthur¡¯s gaze and replied, ¡°Those are Adam and Amon. Adam is the knight wielding the longsword, known for his sheer strength. Amon, on the other hand, is renowned for his agility. Both are 5-star Aura Knights, among the strongest in Eldoria.¡±


    Arthur nodded, impressed. ¡®So these are Aura Knights,¡¯ he thought to himself. Watching their duel felt surreal, like something out of the fantasy anime he used to enjoy on Earth. Yet, unlike the exaggerated flashes of light and impossibly dramatic effects he remembered from those shows, this battle had a raw, realistic intensity.


    Adam¡¯s powerful strikes sent shock through the ground, each swing of his sword carrying a weight that could shatter the bones of a normal person. Amon, in contrast, moved like a blur, his speed almost too fast for Arthur to track. His movements were so precise and fluid that he seemed capable of dodging an arrow in flight.


    ¡®Even without the flashy effects,¡¯ Arthur mused, ¡®this still feels like watching two superhumans in action. Adam¡¯s strength and Amon¡¯s speed¡ªeither would be terrifying on their own. Together, it¡¯s like witnessing the embodiment of force and finesse clashing head-on.¡¯


    Arthur snapped out of his thoughts and turned to Klein. ¡°How many knights in Eldoria are 5-star or above?¡± he asked.


    Klein paused for a moment, considering his answer. ¡°In Eldoria alone, we have four 5-star Aura Knights, two 6-star knights, and myself as the sole 7-star knight here. Across the kingdom, there are two other 7-star knights stationed in different regions of Keldoria. Including the Luke Dukedom, there are only five 7-star Aura Knights in the entire Keldoria.¡±


    Arthur¡¯s eyes widened slightly. ¡®Klein is a 7-star knight? That¡¯s incredible. No wonder he¡¯s the guard captain of the royal palace,¡¯ he thought to himself, impressed.


    ¡°Wow, Klein. You are amazing,¡± Arthur said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.


    Klein offered a humble smile and bowed slightly. ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty. I am honored to serve.¡± He straightened up and added, ¡°Shall we head to the mage training area next?¡±


    Arthur glanced back at the ongoing duel between Adam and Amon, their movements still captivating in their intensity. ¡°Let¡¯s wait until Adam and Amon finish their battle,¡± he replied.


    Klein nodded in agreement, and the two stood side by side, watching as the mock duel between the two exceptional knights unfolded before them. Every strike, parry, and dodge showcased the high level of skill.

 Chapter 18: Knights and Mages

    The battle between Adam and Amon raged on for another 15 minutes, each moment filled with unrelenting intensity. Finally, Adam emerged victorious, his longsword held steady as Amon yielded. Both knights, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, sank to the ground to rest.


    ¡°Wow, that was incredible,¡± Arthur murmured, not realizing he had spoken aloud.


    Klein glanced at him and smiled. ¡°Indeed, Your Majesty. It was a remarkable display of skill and strength. Would you like to speak with them?¡±


    Arthur shook his head. ¡°No, let them rest. They are all tired from the fight. For now, let¡¯s move on to the mage training grounds. I¡¯m curious to see how mages fight.¡±


    ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty,¡± Klein replied with a nod.


    Arthur felt a surge of excitement as they began walking toward the mage training area. The duel he had just witnessed left him eager to see how magic was wielded in combat. Having only seen simple magic spells after his transmigration and seen depictions of magical battles only in manga and anime, the prospect of watching real mages in action stirred his anticipation.


    After a short walk, Arthur¡¯s eyes lit up as he caught sight of the mage training grounds. Mages were spread across the area, each channeling their abilities by chanting the magic spell. Vibrant spells of fire, ice, and lightning shot toward dummies set up in the shooting range, leaving trails of energy in their wake.


    ¡°This is the shooting range where mages practice their accuracy and hone their elemental attributes,¡± Klein explained, gesturing toward the training mages.


    Arthur watched in awe as one mage launched a precise fireball that scorched a distant target, while another created a chilling gust that froze a nearby dummy solid. The range was alive with energy, the air crackling with the residue of spells.


    As Arthur and Klein approached the mage training grounds, the reaction from the mages mirrored that of the knights¡ªsurprise mixed with thinly veiled displeasure. However, the mages'' discontent was more palpable. Arthur was well aware that it is because despite his royal bloodline, couldn¡¯t perform even the simplest magic. However, Arthur chose to ignore the subtle glares and whispers, letting the mages continue their training uninterrupted.


    After a few moments, a woman stepped forward from the group and approached Arthur. She carried herself with grace, her long, curly brown hair cascading over her shoulders in a manner both elegant and practical, with strands neatly pinned to avoid interfering with her work. She wore a tailored mage¡¯s robe in deep emerald with gold accents, signifying her rank as a senior instructor, and a staff strapped to her back completed her professional appearance.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Odette stopped a respectful distance from Arthur and bowed slightly. ¡°Greetings, Your Majesty. My name is Odette, one of the training instructors for the mages of Eldoria. It is an honor to meet you.¡±


    Arthur returned her bow with a polite nod. ¡°The honor is mine, Odette. Meeting an esteemed instructor of Eldoria¡¯s mages is a privilege.¡±


    ¡°Thank you for your kind words, Your Majesty,¡± Odette replied with a slight smile. ¡°But compared to the instructors in Solarny, I still have much to learn.¡±


    Arthur chuckled softly. ¡°If you say so, but I¡¯m sure you are more than capable."


    Arthur than added, "Can you share your insights on the uniqueness of magic and how mana is measured? I¡¯d like to hear it from someone as experienced as you.¡±


    Odette¡¯s expression brightened, and she nodded. ¡°Of course, Your Majesty. As you know, most people are born with affinity to one of the basic elements: Air, Fire, Earth, or Water. Some rare individuals can wield more than one element, but the majority only master a single one. From that foundation, one can develop specialized magic. For example, someone with water affinity may, through deep understanding and training, develop ice magic or even more advanced variations. However, this progression is incredibly difficult and requires intense dedication.


    ¡°On the other hand,¡± she continued, ¡°there are those born with unique magic¡ªabilities that fall outside the basic elements, such as lightning, gravity, or frost. These are extraordinarily rare and often mark individuals of significant potential.¡±


    Odette paused briefly before adding, ¡°As for measuring mana capacity and rank of a mage, we use a specialized artifact capable of assessing both a person¡¯s current mana reserves and their potential. It¡¯s remarkably accurate, almost 99%. However, even if someone¡¯s potential is ranked as high as S, if they don¡¯t train and refine their abilities, they¡¯ll remain stuck at their current level.


    ¡°Each rank¡ªD through S¡ªis divided into three sub-levels: D-, D, and D+, and so on. For instance, I¡¯m currently at A-, though my potential was measured at A+. With enough dedication, I aim to reach it. Furthermore, in combat, factors such as skill and unique magic play significant roles. Even at A-, my unique magic frost and my experience, it could give me a chance against an A+ or even an S- opponent.¡±


    Arthur listened intently, nodding as she spoke. He then turned to Klein and asked, ¡°What about you? What kind of magic do you use?¡±


    Klein straightened slightly before answering. ¡°Since I¡¯m an aura knight, my magic capabilities are limited. My magic element is Water, but I can¡¯t use it offensively. The most I can do is summon a liter or two of water daily¡ªhardly useful in combat.¡±


    Arthur furrowed his brow in curiosity. ¡°Why is that? Is it because you¡¯re an aura knight?¡±


    Klein nodded. ¡°Exactly, Your Majesty. I thought you might already know, but since you¡¯ve asked, let me explain. When a child is born, they can either develop as a mage or a knight, but never both. This is due to the way aura knights function. Upon becoming an aura knight, what we call an ¡®aura star¡¯ forms around the heart. This star essentially consumes most of the person¡¯s mana, repurposing it to enhance physical attributes like strength, speed, and resilience.


    ¡°That said, having more mana at birth does allow a person to acquire aura stars faster than someone with less mana. But regardless of their starting mana pool, an aura knight¡¯s magic will always be limited to basic or non-combative applications.¡±


    Arthur nodded slowly, his understanding growing.


    Odette interjected, ¡°However, this rule doesn¡¯t apply to the heroes who will appear a year before the gates emerge.¡±


    Arthur blinked, startled. ¡°Heroes? Gates? What do you mean by that?¡±

 Chapter 19: Gates and heroes

    Odette¡¯s expression shifted to one of slight concern. ¡°Your Majesty, it almost sounds as if you¡¯ve never heard of the heroes and the gates before.¡±


    Arthur quickly composed himself, his tone calm and measured. ¡°Of course, I know what they are. But I¡¯d like to hear your perspective on them, starting from the basics. It¡¯s always valuable to hear things explained through another¡¯s eyes.¡±


    In truth, Arthur¡¯s mind was racing. He had tried countless times to recall those specific events from the memories of the original Arthur, but they always escaped him. Whenever he tried to recall them, a grey fog seemed to block the details, unable to penetrate it at all.


    Arthur knew he couldn¡¯t afford to reveal this gap in his knowledge. The concept of heroes and gates was undoubtedly fundamental¡ªsomething everyone in this world would know. If he acted as if he doesn''t know, it would surely raise suspicions about his identity.


    Since his transmigration, Arthur¡¯s behavior had already diverged from the original Arthur Jr.¡¯s reputation. While people might find these changes surprising, they could be explained as the king maturing or turning over a new leaf. However, forgetting something as crucial as the heroes and gates? That would cast doubt on his very existence.


    Thus, he chose his words carefully, masking his lack of knowledge under the guise of curiosity.


    Odette relaxed slightly and began her explanation. ¡°Your Majesty, gates and heroes are phenomena that recur every fifty years. When the gates first appeared a thousand years ago, they seemed harmless at first¡ªscattered across the Nova continent. For two years, they remained inactive, and people grew curious but wary.


    ¡°Then the unimaginable happened. After 2 years, creatures began pouring out of the gates¡ªgoblins, orcs, minotaurs, and other monstrous beings, all driven by instinct to destroy. Villages were razed, and cities fell. Humanity fought back, but the attacks were relentless, and the waves of monsters only grew stronger.


    ¡°By the third year, the situation worsened. Intelligent and immensely powerful beings began emerging from the gates¡ªelves, dwarves, dragons, and others who were far more dangerous. These new threats were organized and ruthless, and humanity found itself utterly overwhelmed. Nearly half the population perished in those dark times.


    ¡°Desperation led the priests and priestesses of Caelvaris kingdom to turn to the gods. They prayed for deliverance, and their prayers were answered. The gods bestowed upon them the knowledge to summon heroes¡ªindividuals from another world who were granted extraordinary abilities¡ªand instructed them on how to close the gates.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.


    ¡°The heroes trained for two years, honing their skills while humanity held on by a thread. The battles outside the gates were brutal, with constant losses and sacrifices, but the hope of the heroes¡¯ eventual success kept people fighting.


    ¡°When the time came, the heroes entered the gates called The Final Gate and fought the demon king to close the gate that appeared. It was a grueling mission, but with combined power, they succeeded. As the demon king fell, the gates disappeared, and humanity was saved.


    ¡°However, the gods¡¯ blessings came with a condition. The heroes could not remain in this world. Three months after their victory, they were returned to their own world.¡±


    Arthur listened intently as Odette continued. ¡°And so, the cycle repeats every fifty years. The second time the gates appeared, humanity was far more prepared. As soon as the gates appeared, the priests from Caelvaris kingdom summon the heroes, who trained for two years before the monsters began pouring out. When the Final Gate appeared, the heroes, alongside the finest warriors from Caelvaris kingdom, joined together to face the demon king.¡±


    Arthur nodded in acknowledgment, maintaining his pretense of understanding. He decided to probe further, asking, ¡°What are your thoughts on the Final Gate?¡±


    Odette paused thoughtfully before replying, ¡°Truthfully, I don¡¯t know much about the Final Gate. Only those who¡¯ve entered it alongside the heroes would know the full details. Moreover, since only the priests from Caelvaris kingdom can summon the heroes, most knights and mages from other kingdoms, including ours, aren¡¯t qualified to participate in the hero¡¯s party. The rest of us learn only the information that¡¯s shared with the public.¡±


    She continued, her tone more deliberate. ¡°From what I¡¯ve heard, the Final Gate is unlike any other. It only appears three years after the gates first manifest, around the time when powerful and intelligent species emerge from the regular gates. The Final Gate is enormous¡ªten times the size of a regular gate¡ªand its appearance is strikingly different.


    ¡°Regular gates resemble bluish-white circular portals, roughly the size of the castle¡¯s main gates. But the Final Gate? It¡¯s a deep, blood-red portal, pulsing with an ominous aura, and it towers over everything. Its sheer presence is enough to instill fear in anyone who sees it.¡±


    Arthur absorbed the explanation, his mind racing with unasked questions: ¡®Why can only priests from the Caelvaris Kingdom summon heroes? What do these heroes even look like?¡¯ Yet, he refrained from voicing them. Asking such fundamental questions might raise suspicion with Odette and Klein. Instead, Arthur chose to hold back his curiosity and said, ¡°Thank you for sharing your perspective on the matter.¡±


    Odette offered a polite nod and replied, ¡°It¡¯s my pleasure, Your Majesty.¡±


    After a brief pause, Arthur turned to both Odette and Klein with a spark of interest. ¡°Before I leave this area, would it be possible for the two of you to have a mock battle? I¡¯d like to see how a mage and a knight fight against each other.¡±


    The suggestion was met with a moment of silence as both Odette and Klein exchanged glances. Finally, Klein spoke, his tone measured. ¡°If Ms. Odette is willing, I¡¯d be happy to spar. Of course, I can offer her a handicap to ensure the fight is fair.¡±


    Odette gave a small smile, her expression a mix of curiosity and determination. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t mind. Testing my skills against a strong knight like Captain Klein would be a valuable experience. This could be a good opportunity.¡±


    Arthur¡¯s face lit up with appreciation. ¡°That¡¯s wonderful. Thank you both for agreeing to my request.¡±

 Chapter 20: Klein vs Odette

    Klein and Odette stepped into an open area of the training grounds, drawing the attention of the mages and knights nearby. Their hushed whispers quickly turned into an eager murmur as the prospect of a duel between two esteemed figures¡ªone a seven-star aura knight, the other an A- rank mage¡ªcaught everyone''s interest.


    Arthur moved to a safe vantage point, his anticipation growing. Klein then gestured for the nearby mages to clear the area. "Give us some space to demonstrate our skills."


    Klein then unsheathed his aiming sword, the blade gleaming in the midday sun. He adjusted his stance, a picture of discipline and power. "Are you ready, Ms. Odette?"


    Odette, holding her wooden staff adorned with faint runes, nodded. Her brown curls swayed slightly as she stepped into position, her expression calm but focused. "I''m ready, Captain. Don''t hold back too much, or it won''t be worth my time."


    Arthur smirked at her confidence, finding himself further intrigued.


    Klein chuckled. "I''ll try not to disappoint."


    The moment he spoke, Odette moved into action. She raised her staff and began an intricate incantation, her voice clear and commanding. As the spell completed, she drove her staff into the ground with authority. In an instant, the environment transformed¡ªfrost spread out in every direction, the ground beneath them turned into a treacherous sheet of ice, and massive blocks of crystalline ice erupted from the earth, creating obstacles and barriers to hinder Klein''s movements.


    Arthur''s eyes widened in awe. Incredible! She''s shaping the battlefield to her will, like a queen commanding her icy domain. This is what magic is capable of! His amazement quickly turned bittersweet as jealousy crept into his thoughts. Why couldn''t I have been reincarnated into someone who could wield magic? It''s so much more versatile and powerful.


    But before he could dwell further, Odette''s staff began to glow again. She chanted another spell, her voice steady yet urgent, and a brilliant magic circle materialized near her staff. This time, the air seemed to freeze even further as jagged ice projectiles began launching from the circle in rapid succession, each shard a deadly missile aimed at Klein.


    Arthur leaned forward, his heart pounding. She''s relentless, attacking while forcing him to move in this frozen ground. It''s a perfect combination of offense and defense.


    Despite the overwhelming display of magic, Klein remained calm. His aura flared around him, a shimmering shield of energy that radiated confidence and power. He weaved through the projectiles with precision, using his sword to deflect or shatter those he couldn''t dodge.


    Klein smirked as he dodged another icy shard. "You''re making me work for it, Ms. Odette. I like the challenge."


    Odette''s lips curved into a faint smile. "I wouldn''t want to disappoint either, Captain."


    Arthur continued watching intently, noticing a subtle pattern. Each time Odette cast a new spell, there was a brief pause¡ªa momentary delay as she chanted and focused. It was slight but noticeable to someone like Klein, who was always searching for an opening.


    Klein pressed forward, his movements fluid despite the icy terrain. He leapt onto one of the ice blocks Odette had summoned, using it as a springboard to close the distance. His sword gleamed as he brought it down with force, shattering part of the icy ground and sending shockwaves that caused the frost to crack and splinter.


    Odette stumbled slightly, her footing compromised, but she quickly stabilized herself, raising her staff to conjure another blizzard. The storm obscured her figure, shrouding her in a swirling veil of snow and ice.


    Arthur marveled at the spectacle. She''s incredible¡ªturning defense into offense seamlessly. But... that delay in her casting. Klein will exploit it if she''s not careful.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Klein crouched low, scanning the blizzard for any sign of movement. He wasn''t just strong¡ªhe was a tactician. His eyes narrowed as he caught a flicker of light within the storm, the telltale glow of another spell being prepared. Without hesitation, he dashed forward


    As the blizzard began to dissipate, Odette aimed her staff at him, releasing a massive spear of ice. Klein sidestepped just in time, the spear grazing his armor as it crashed into the ground with a deafening crack.


    "You''re quick," Odette said, her voice steady despite her labored breathing.


    "And you''re formidable," Klein replied, closing the gap with a burst of speed.


    Before Odette could finish her next incantation, Klein was in front of her, his sword poised just inches from her staff.


    Odette exhaled slowly, lowering her staff. "You got me, Captain," she admitted, her tone a mix of respect and fatigue.


    Klein stepped back, lowering his sword with a respectful nod. "You put up an incredible fight, Ms. Odette. Your magic is nothing short of extraordinary."


    Arthur clapped enthusiastically, breaking the tension. "That was amazing! The way you both fought¡ªOdette, your control of the battlefield was masterful, and Klein, your adaptability was stunning. Thank you both for this demonstration."


    Odette bowed slightly, "It was an honor, Your Majesty."


    Klein wiped the sweat from his brow, offering a small smile. "Indeed, Your Majesty. I hope you found it insightful."


    Arthur nodded thoughtfully. "It truly was insightful. Even though I lack any talent for magic, witnessing this has been both educational and inspiring. Magic is such a marvel, and seeing how it''s used strategically is incredible. Also, congratulations on your victory."


    Klein smiled modestly and replied, "Thank you. It was expected, given my strength, but I have to admit, Odette made it challenging with her clever use of the surroundings and her relentless attacks."


    Arthur smiled, appreciating Klein''s humility. His eyes wandered to the training grounds, where most of the mages who had been watching the duel had returned to their drills and spell practice. The air crackled faintly with residual magic as Arthur observed their dedication.


    His attention was drawn to a particularly lively corner of the grounds, where two mages were locked in a fierce duel. Spells of fire and wind clashed midair, creating bursts of light and shockwaves that captivated his gaze. The intensity of their battle stirred his curiosity.


    "Klein," Arthur said, turning to him, "I see another duel taking place over there. I''d like to watch it and learn more about how mages fight against each other. You don''t need to join me¡ªfeel free to take a break or oversee the training here."


    Klein then replied. "Are you sure, Your Majesty? I could accompany you."


    Arthur shook his head with a kind smile. "You''ve already done more than enough today. Watching your duel was enlightening, and I know you''re responsible for more than just shadowing me all day. Besides, I''d like to observe this duel on my own, to get a fresh perspective."


    Klein hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Understood, Your Majesty. If you need anything, I''ll be nearby."


    Arthur waved him off and began walking toward the dueling mages, his heart beating with excitement. He was eager to see how two magic users clashed in a contest of skill and strategy without the presence of an aura knight.


    As he approached, the intensity of the duel became more apparent. A male mage with flowing crimson robes commanded fire with precise gestures, while his opponent, a female mage in a cloak of emerald, wielded wind magic to counter and redirect his attacks. Arthur was mesmerized by their movements, which were both graceful and tactical, each spell a dance of power and ingenuity.


    This is different from the duel between Klein and Odette, Arthur thought, observing the subtle interplay of magic. Even though they are not as strong or powerful as the previous battel, here, it''s all about countering, outmaneuvering, and controlling the battlefield with pure magical prowess.


    As Arthur observed the battle, the male mage in crimson robes conjured a searing fireball and hurled it toward his opponent. The female mage, quick on her feet, summoned a gust of wind to deflect the blazing projectile, redirecting it away from herself.


    But the new trajectory sent the fireball hurtling straight toward Arthur.


    The male mage''s eyes widened in alarm as he realized the unintended danger. "Your Majesty, look out!" he shouted, his voice sharp with urgency.


    Arthur turned his head just in time to see the fireball streaking toward him. His heart raced, but there was no time to dodge. The world seemed to slow as the flaming orb closed the gap.


    Yet, just as it was about to make impact, the fireball abruptly vanished, dissipating into thin air without leaving so much as a wisp of smoke or a trace of heat.


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 Chapter 21: Anti-magic

    Gasps rippled across the training grounds as all eyes turned toward the source of the shout. It was the male mage in crimson robes, his arm outstretched in alarm. Following his gaze, everyone saw the fireball streaking through the air, its fiery glow unmistakable as it headed directly toward King Arthur Jr.


    For a heartbeat, the world seemed to hold its breath. The mages and knights stood frozen, caught between shock and disbelief. A fireball, so blatantly aimed at their king, was an unthinkable mistake.


    Arthur himself could only watch as the flames closed in, his body rigid with the realization that there was no time to react. But just as the fireball was about to strike, it vanished¡ªsnuffed out as if it had never existed.


    The abrupt disappearance left the air heavy with confusion. Whispers broke out among the onlookers as they tried to comprehend what had just transpired.


    ¡°Did you see that?¡±


    ¡°It just... disappeared!¡±


    Klein and Odette rushed through the murmuring crowd toward Arthur, concern etched on Klein faces.


    Klein reached Arthur first, his voice tight with worry. ¡°Your Highness, are you alright? What happened? I saw a fireball coming straight at you. Was this an attack?¡±


    Arthur, still frozen in the lingering shock of the moment, was jolted back to reality by Klein''s urgent tone. He took a deep breath to steady himself and replied, ¡°I¡¯m fine. It wasn¡¯t an attack¡ªit was just an accident. One of the spells was unintentionally redirected toward me.¡±


    Klein¡¯s brow furrowed, his concern giving way to anger. ¡°Who cast that fireball?¡± he demanded, his voice rising above the crowd.


    The male mage in crimson robes stepped forward, his expression pale and nervous. ¡°It was me, Your Majesty,¡± he confessed, bowing deeply. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry. It wasn¡¯t intentional. I never meant to harm you.¡±


    Arthur held up a hand, silencing Klein before his temper could flare further. ¡°It¡¯s alright,¡± he said firmly, his voice calm but authoritative. ¡°It was no one¡¯s fault. I was standing too close to the battle, and the fireball was redirected unintentionally. I couldn¡¯t dodge it in time. No harm was done.¡±


    Klein reluctantly nodded but still shot a sharp glance at the mage.


    Odette, who had been silently assessing the situation, spoke up. ¡°Your Majesty, if I may ask¡ªhow did you make the fireball vanish? It disappeared into thin air as if it never existed.¡±


    Arthur blinked, caught off guard. ¡°I didn¡¯t do anything,¡± he said slowly. ¡°I thought it was you, Odette. I assumed you intervened to stop it.¡±


    Odette shook her head, her brows furrowing in confusion. ¡°It wasn¡¯t me, Your Majesty. If I had, you would have seen the signs of my magic. That... wasn¡¯t my doing.¡±


    Arthur turned toward the crimson-robed mage. ¡°Then it must have been you,¡± he suggested. ¡°You canceled your own magic, didn¡¯t you?¡±


    The mage¡¯s eyes widened in alarm, and he quickly shook his head. ¡°No, Your Majesty. That¡¯s not possible. Offensive spells like the one I cast can¡¯t be canceled once released¡ªnot by the caster, at least. And even if it could, it wouldn¡¯t vanish so completely, without any trace of lingering magic.¡±Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Odette nodded in agreement, her tone cautious but firm. ¡°The mage is correct. A spell like that can¡¯t simply disappear unless it¡¯s neutralized by another incredibly advanced counter-spell or... something else entirely.¡±


    Arthur frowned, his mind churning with questions. If it wasn¡¯t Odette or the caster, then what¡ªor who¡ªstopped the fireball?


    His mind drifted back to the day he first woke up in this world. The memory of the ice shard that had pierced his chest flashed vividly in his mind¡ªthe way it had vanished completely, just like the fireball. Could this really be a coincidence? Or is there something more to it?


    Arthur¡¯s thoughts raced. Almost everyone in this world can use some form of magic, whether they¡¯re a knight or a mage. Even a normal person can use some kind of basic spells. Could this be something like... anti-magic? That might explain what happened. But if I possess anti-magic, how did the ice magic pierce me in the first place?


    He considered the possibility. Maybe it only activates when I¡¯m conscious or aware of the threat? That could explain why the ice magic worked on me the day I transmigrated¡ªit happened while the past Arthur was asleep.


    Arthur¡¯s brow furrowed deeper. If this is anti-magic, why does no one seem to know about it? Did Arthur Jr. not display it in the past, or does the concept of anti-magic not even exist in this world? Perhaps I only recognized the idea because of the novels and anime I read and watched back on Earth. But if the people here have never heard of anti-magic, this might be a power that¡¯s entirely new¡ªor unique to me.


    He snapped out of his spiraling thoughts and looked at Odette. ¡°It must have been someone who canceled it out. Are you absolutely certain it wasn¡¯t you?¡±


    Odette sighed, shaking her head. ¡°I wish I could take the credit, Your Majesty, but it really wasn¡¯t me. Whoever¡ªor whatever¡ªstopped that fireball would have to be incredibly skilled to cancel it so cleanly without leaving a trace. But even then, I find it highly unlikely that anyone here could have done it unnoticed.¡±


    Arthur nodded thoughtfully. ¡°Do you know of any techniques or abilities that can cancel out another person¡¯s magic?¡±


    Odette hesitated, then shook her head again. ¡°No, Your Majesty. As far as I know, there¡¯s no such technique. Once magic is cast, it¡¯s nearly impossible to nullify it outright unless you¡¯re using another counter-spell like water magic or barrier to block it. And even those leave traces of magic behind. What happened here defies everything I¡¯ve learned.¡±


    Arthur silently reflected on Odette''s words. If even someone as knowledgeable as her doesn¡¯t recognize this phenomenon, then anti-magic must truly be an alien concept in this world. Could this ability be unique to this body¡ªa strange anomaly linked to my inability to wield magic? Whatever it is, I have to uncover the truth. If it really is anti-magic, it could be an invaluable hidden weapon.


    Arthur cleared his throat and spoke firmly, ¡°If someone truly intervened, then we need to find out who and thank the person. Odette, I¡¯d like you to investigate this matter. Let me know if you discover anything about what happened here.¡±


    He paused, then added, ¡°As for the two mages involved in the incident, there will be no punishment. It was unintentional, and I accept responsibility for putting myself too close to the mock battle. Everyone, please return to what you were doing before.¡±


    The training grounds fell into stunned silence. Even Klein, who had noticed Arthur¡¯s recent change in demeanor, seemed momentarily taken aback. Arthur Jr., the volatile and unpredictable king known for his harshness, was now speaking with measured authority and letting the incident pass without any punishment.


    The knights and mages exchanged hushed whispers, their surprise evident. A fireball had nearly struck the king¡ªan offense that, under normal circumstances, would have been met with severe repercussions. Yet here Arthur stood, calm and composed, showing leniency instead of fury.


    Arthur ignored the murmurs, his mind already moving ahead. If I had punished them, it could have further damaged my reputation. Instead, this may be a chance to rebuild trust and foster loyalty. A king respected by his army is far more valuable than one feared by it.


    Turning to Klein, Arthur said, ¡°Klein, I¡¯ll be leaving the training grounds for now but I will start training tomorrow. However, I need you to accompany me to my chamber now. There¡¯s something I need to discuss with you.¡±


    Klein nodded and followed Arthur to his chambers. Once inside, the valet closed the door, leaving the two alone in the quiet room.


    Arthur turned to Klein, his gaze steady. ¡°I think I have a clue about why the magic disappeared.¡±