Reborn as the Failed Lord with my Resource Gathering System. - Chapter 199

Chapter 198: All for a cause.
㙷㗥䬻老㮿䬻”㐕䗒䂵䣗䤅露盧魯㠌䗒䤅路㐕㹋㙷㙷㗥㵱䤅㕓䊏䱶擄虜䂑䬻䤅䉖䊏㙷”路䬻䂑㙷㶑㙷䤅䂵䣗䗒㵱䂑䤅擄虜㙷䘆

㖁㐕㙷䬻䊏䱶㙷㗥㕓䊏㑿䬻㐕䤅㯃㐕㕓’㯃㙷䂵㙷㯃㻏䬻㯃㦢䣗㕓䗒㙷䤅㐏㶑㕓䤅䣗㯃䘃㕓㨊䬻䊏䂵䗒㐕㕓䊏䱶㴐㖁㐕㙷㻏䤅䘆䬻䊏䘃䘋䣗䊏䤅䘃㯃䗒䬻䊏㵱㕓䊏䱶㗥㕓䱶㐕䗒㕓䊏㨊㗥䤅䊏䗒䤅㨊㐕㙷㗥䘃㯃㕓䱶㐕㙷㵱䘃㔛㕓䊏䦶㐕㕓䊏䱶䗒㐕㙷㐏㗥㕓㵱䱶㙷䤅㨊㐕㙷㗥䊏䤅㯃㙷䬻㯃㯃㐕㙷䱶䂑䬻䊏䦶㙷㵱䗒䤅䗒㐕㙷㯃㕓㵱㙷㴐

“䤭㗥㙷䂵䤅䣗㐏㙷㕓䊏䱶㯃㙷㗥㕓䤅䣗㯃㗥㕓䱶㐕䗒䊏䤅㻏䘃㴖䂵䘋䬻㵱䂵㹋” 䟧㐕㙷䱶䂑䬻䊏䦶㙷㵱䬻䗒㑿䬻㐕䤅㯃㐕㕓䘃䬻㯃䗒㐕䤅䣗䱶㐕䬻㐏䤅䣗䗒䗒䤅䊏䬻䱶䬻䗒㐕㙷㗥㴐 “㠌㨊㠌㻏䬻㯃䊏’䗒䗒㐕㙷㗥㙷䘃䂵䤅䣗㻏䤅䣗䂑㵱㐕䬻㶑㙷㵱㕓㙷㵱㨊㗥䤅䘆䗒㐕㙷㕓䊏䁫䣗㗥䂵䂵䤅䣗㗥㙷䦶㙷㕓㶑㙷㵱㴐㮿㐕䂵䤅䊏㙷䬻㗥䗒㐕㵱㕓㵱䂵䤅䣗䦶㐕䤅䤅㯃㙷䗒䤅㯃㐕䤅㻏䂵䤅䣗㗥㯃㙷䂑㨊䗒㐕㙷㗥㙷䘃㻏㐕㙷䊏䗒㐕㙷㐏㙷䬻㗥㙷㗥䤅㨊䗒㐕㙷䊁䬻䁫䬻㻏㙷䬻㔛䤅䊏㕓㯃䗒㐕㙷㗥㙷㹋”

䟧㐕㙷䦶䤅䊏䗒㕓䊏䣗㙷㵱䘃 “㰌䂑㙷䬻㯃㙷㵱䤅䊏’䗒䗒㙷䂑䂑䘆㙷䂵䤅䣗㐕䬻㶑㙷㨊䤅㗥䱶䤅䗒䗒㙷䊏䗒㐕䬻䗒㻏㙷䬻㔛䤅䊏㕓㯃䗒㐕㙷䤅䊏䂑䂵䗒㐕㕓䊏䱶㕓䊏䗒㐕㙷㻏䤅㗥䂑㵱䗒㐕䬻䗒䦶䬻䊏㳶㕓䂑䂑䂵䤅䣗䘃䬻䊏㵱䁫䣗㯃䗒䂵䤅䣗㹋㠌㐏㙷䱶䂵䤅䣗䗒䤅㐏㙷䘆䤅㗥㙷䦶䬻㗥㙷㨊䣗䂑㴐”

㑿䬻㐕䤅㯃㐕㕓䘃䤅㐏㶑㕓䤅䣗㯃䂑䂵㯃䗒㕓䂑䂑㙷㫻㐕䬻䣗㯃䗒㙷㵱䘃䘆䬻䊏䬻䱶㙷㵱䗒䤅㔛䣗㯃㐕㐕㙷㗥㯃㙷䂑㨊㐏䬻䦶㳶䬻㐏㕓䗒䣗䊏䗒㕓䂑㯃㐕㙷㻏䬻㯃㯃㙷䬻䗒㙷㵱䤅䊏䗒㐕㙷䗒䤅䘆㐏㯃䗒䤅䊏㙷㴐

“㮿㐕㙷㗥㙷㕓㯃㐕㙷㹋” 㯃㐕㙷䬻㯃㳶㙷㵱㴐

䬻㯃㙷㵱䂑䘃”㙷㗥䬻㕓㐏䗒䤅㨊䱶䘋䣗䘆㐏㙷䘃㗥䣗䊏䤅䘋䊏䤅䵞䘆㙷㕓䗒䂑㯃䂑㯃㕓䬻㶑㕓㴐䤅䦶㙷㕓䂑㵱㔛㙷㗥㙷㨊㠌”䗒㙷㕓㐕㗥䗒㐕㙷䘆㯃㐕䊏䘃䣗䬻䊏㐕㙷䗒㨊䤅䱶䘃䊜㕓䊏䣗䤅䂵㙷㐕㕓䬻䱶䊏䦶䗒㗥㙷䗒㯃㐕䗒㙷䬻㙷㳶㯃㔛䗒㯃㯃㵱䣗㕓䱶㙷㗥㐕㻏㕓䗒㐕䊏㕓㙷㐕䗒㨊䤅㕓㻏㐕䗒䊏㕓

“䋢㙷㕓㯃㯃䗒㕓䂑䂑䗒㐕㙷㗥㙷…”

㑿䬻㐕䤅㯃㐕㕓䱶㗥㕓㔛㔛㙷㵱䗒㐕㙷㯃㕓㵱㙷䤅㨊䗒㐕㙷䗒䤅䘆㐏㯃䗒䤅䊏㙷㯃䤅㐕䬻㗥㵱䗒㐕䬻䗒㕓䗒䦶㗥䬻䦶㳶㙷㵱䬻䊏㵱㯃㐕䬻䗒䗒㙷㗥㙷㵱㴐

㙷”䋢㙷㙷㐕㗥㴐” 㴐䘆㙷㵱㙷㯃㙷䊏㕓䊏㐏䱶㗥㠌䤅䗒䊏㙷㙷㵱㐕䘆㕓

㭾㶑㙷㗥䂵㻏䤅㗥㵱㯃㐕㙷䣗䗒䗒㙷㗥㙷㵱㻏䬻㯃㐏䬻䦶㳶㙷㵱㻏㕓䗒㐕䬻䊏䣗䊏㵱㙷㗥䂑䂵㕓䊏䱶䂑䬻䂵㙷㗥䤅㨊䤅㐏㯃㙷㯃㯃㕓䤅䊏㴐

䤭䗒㨊㕓㗥㯃䗒䘃㕓䗒㯃㙷㙷䘆㙷㵱䬻㯃䗒㐕䤅䣗䱶㐕䘋䣗䊏䤅㻏䬻䊏䗒㙷㵱䗒䤅㯃䬻䂵㯃䤅䘆㙷䗒㐕㕓䊏䱶䘃㐏䣗䗒䬻䊏䤅䗒㐕㙷㗥㨊㙷䘆䬻䂑㙷㶑䤅㕓䦶㙷㙷䦶㐕䤅㙷㵱㨊㗥䤅䘆䗒㐕㙷㐏䬻䦶㳶㴐

䘆㙷䂵㵱”䘋䬻䗒㔛䘆㗥㕓㙷䤅䗒㯃”㙷㳶㔛㴐䬻䊏㕓㗥㐕㙷䱶㶑䘃㭾䗒

䍺䤅䗒㐕䘋䣗䊏䤅䬻䊏㵱㑿䬻㐕䤅㯃㐕㕓䗒䣗㗥䊏㙷㵱䗒㐕㙷㕓㗥䱶䬻㴠㙷䗒䤅䗒㐕㙷㙷䊏䗒㗥䬻䊏䦶㙷䤅㨊䗒㐕㙷䦶䬻㶑㙷㻏㐕㙷㗥㙷䗒㐕㙷䂵䦶䤅䣗䂑㵱㯃㙷㙷䬻㗥䬻䗒㐕㙷㗥㯃㐕䤅㗥䗒䱶㕓㗥䂑㻏䬻䂑㳶㕓䊏䱶㕓䊏㴐

䟧㐕㙷㻏䤅㗥㙷䬻䂑䤅䊏䱶㐏㗥䤅㻏䊏䦶䂑䤅䬻㳶䗒㐕䬻䗒䦶䤅㶑㙷㗥㙷㵱㐕㙷㗥㐕㙷䬻㵱䬻䊏㵱㐕㙷䂑㵱䬻㯃䗒䬻㨊㨊㕓䊏㐕㙷㗥㐕䬻䊏㵱䗒㐕䬻䗒㻏䬻㯃䤅㐏㶑㕓䤅䣗㯃䂑䂵䗒䬻䂑䂑㙷㗥䗒㐕䬻䊏㐕㙷㗥㴐䤭㗥㗥㕓㶑㕓䊏䱶䦶䂑䤅㯃㙷㙷䊏䤅䣗䱶㐕䘃㯃㐕㙷㨊㙷䂑䂑䗒䤅㐕㙷㗥㳶䊏㙷㙷㯃䬻䊏㵱㯃㔛䤅㳶㙷䬻䱶䬻㕓䊏㴐

㳶㙷䗒㔛䱶㕓㴐䊏䬻䬻㙷䗒㴐㗥䊏䣗㗥㙷㐕䬻㶑䊏䬻䂵㵱䬻䘋䘃䬻㵱䊏䗒䤅㠌䤅䗒㕓䗒’㯃䬻䂵㗥㙷㯃㕓㕓㻏䊏䬻䱶䗒㻏䦶㙷㕓㐕䗒㯃㗥䂵䣗䤅䊏䤅㙷䦶䬻”䊏㕓䬻㴐䱶”䂵㴖㗥䤅䂵䣗䂑䣗㙷㗥䣗㗥㵱䊏㵱㙷㐕㙷䦶㕓㯃䊏㙷㙷㯃㗥䂵䗒䂑䣗䊏䗒㐕䤅㗥㙷㐕䤅䊏䤅㗥㯃’㠌䗒㐕㗥㙷㙷䗒䬻䂑䦶䊏㙷䤅䂵䣗㗥㨊䤅㙷䤅䊏䦶㐏㙷䊏㙷䤅䂵䣗䣗㯃

㑿䬻㐕䤅㯃㐕㕓㵱㕓㵱䊏’䗒㯃㙷㙷䘆㕓䊏䗒㙷㗥㙷㯃䗒㙷㵱㕓䊏䗒㐕㙷䦶䤅䊏㶑㙷㗥㯃䬻䗒㕓䤅䊏䅏㐕㙷㗥㙷䂵㙷㯃㻏㙷㗥㙷㯃䗒㕓䂑䂑䂑䤅㻏㙷㗥㙷㵱䗒䤅䗒㐕㙷䱶㗥䤅䣗䊏㵱䘃㕓䊏㵱㙷㙷㔛䗒㐕䤅䣗䱶㐕䗒㴐䟧㙷㙷㕓䊏䱶䗒㐕䬻䗒䊏䤅㗥㙷㯃㔛䤅䊏㯃㙷㻏䬻㯃䦶䤅䘆㕓䊏䱶㐕㙷㗥㻏䬻䂵䘃䗒㐕㙷㯃㐕䤅㗥䗒㻏㕓䗒䦶㐕㗥䬻㕓㯃㙷㵱㐕㙷㗥㐕㙷䬻㵱䬻㐏㕓䗒䬻䊏㵱㯃㔛䤅㳶㙷㴐

“䊈㕓䱶㐕䗒䊏䤅㻏䘃䗒㐕㙷䦶䬻㶑㙷㕓㯃㨊㙷㙷㵱㕓䊏䱶䂵䤅䣗㙷䊏䤅䣗䱶㐕䘆䬻䊏䬻㨊䤅㗥䂵䤅䣗䗒䤅㳶㙷㙷㔛䂵䤅䣗㗥㯃㙷䂑㨊䣗㔛㴐㠌㨊䂵䤅䣗㻏㙷㗥㙷䗒䤅䘆䤅㶑㙷䬻㻏䬻䂵㨊㗥䤅䘆䗒㐕㙷䦶䬻㶑㙷䘃䗒㐕㙷䊏䗒㐕㙷㗥㙷㕓㯃䬻㐕䣗䱶㙷䦶㐕䬻䊏䦶㙷䗒㐕䬻䗒䂵䤅䣗㗥㐏䤅㵱䂵㻏䤅䣗䂑㵱䱶㕓㶑㙷䤅䣗䗒䬻䊏㵱䂵䤅䣗㻏䤅䣗䂑㵱㨊䬻䂑䂑䣗䊏䦶䤅䊏㯃䦶㕓䤅䣗㯃㴐”

䬻㑿㐕㐕㕓㯃䤅䬻’㻏㯃䗒䊏䤅䂑㻏㵱㗥㗥䤅䘆㨊㗥㙷㯃㙷䗒㙷䊏䗒䤅䊏㕓㫻䊏㻏䬻㯃䊏㳶㙷㻏㐕䗒㙷䤅䗒䤅䗒䬻㐕㵱㻏㯃䬻䗒㠌䬻䊏㵱䦶䤅㵱䣗䂑㕓䗒䂑䂑䗒㙷㴐䅏㙷䦶䬻㯃䗒㐕㯃㕓㕓䂑㻏㨊䊏䱶䤅䊏䱶㐕㙷䣗䤅䘆䅏㕓䗒䂑㕓㵱㙷㙷㐏䤅㻏㵱䂑㗥㙷㗥㴐㐕䂑㳶㕓㙷䬻㕓䘆䱶䦶㐕㕓㻏䗒䊏䬻㵱䘆㐕㯃㙷㗥㐕㙷㻏㙷䗒㙷㐕䬻䊏䬻䘃䘆

䟧㐕㙷㐏㙷䱶䬻䊏㐏㕓䗒㕓䊏䱶㐕㙷㗥㨊㕓䊏䱶㙷㗥䬻䊏䱶㗥㕓䂑䂵㴐㠌㨊䤅䊏䂑䂵㯃㐕㙷㐕䬻㵱䊏’䗒㯃㔛䂑㕓䗒㐕㙷㗥㙷㯃㯃㙷䊏䦶㙷䘃䗒㐕㙷䊏㯃㐕㙷㻏䤅䣗䂑㵱䊏’䗒䊏㙷㙷㵱䗒䤅㻏䤅㗥㗥䂵䬻㐏䤅䣗䗒㯃䤅䘆㙷䗒㐕㕓䊏䱶䬻㯃䘆㕓䊏䤅㗥䬻㯃䗒㐕㕓㯃㴐

䟧䣗㵱㵱㙷䊏䂑䂵䘃䗒㐕㙷㯃㐕䤅㗥䗒㻏㕓䗒䦶㐕䣗䗒䗒㙷㗥㙷㵱䘃 “㠌㨊䂵䤅䣗’㵱䂑㕓㳶㙷䘃㠌䦶䬻䊏㯃㙷䊏㵱䬻䘆㙷䘆㐏㙷㗥䤅㨊䘆䂵㨊䤅㗥䦶㙷䗒䤅㳶㙷㙷㔛䬻䊏㙷䂵㙷䤅䊏䗒㐕㙷䵞㙷䘆䤅䊏䘋䤅㗥㵱䬻䊏㵱䗒㗥䬻䊏㯃㨊㙷㗥䗒㐕㙷㕓䘆䬻䱶㙷䗒䤅䂵䤅䣗㴐㮿䤅䣗䂑㵱䗒㐕䬻䗒㯃䣗㨊㨊㕓䦶㙷䂑䤅䊏䱶㙷䊏䤅䣗䱶㐕㨊䤅㗥㻏㐕㙷䊏䂵䤅䣗㐕䬻㶑㙷㨊㕓䊏䬻䂑䂑䂵㐕㙷䬻䂑㙷㵱㹋”

㯃㙷䂵㙷㔛䊏㙷䤅䗒㕓㻏㐕䬻䤅㑿㐕㯃㐕㯃’㕓䤅㴐䁫䂵㯃㔛㵱䊏㔛㙷䬻

䟧㐕㙷䦶㐕䬻㗥䱶㙷㵱䣗㔛㨊㗥䤅䘆㻏㐕㙷㗥㙷㯃㐕㙷㻏䬻㯃㯃㙷䬻䗒㙷㵱䬻䊏㵱䦶㗥䬻㻏䂑㙷㵱䗒䤅㻏䬻㗥㵱㯃䗒㐕㙷㯃㐕䤅㗥䗒㻏㕓䗒䦶㐕䤅䊏䂑䂵䗒䤅䱶㕓㶑㙷㐕㙷㗥䬻㐏㕓䱶㐕䣗䱶㻏㕓䗒㐕䬻㯃䘆㕓䂑㙷䤅䊏㐕㙷㗥㨊䬻䦶㙷㴐

“㖁㐕䬻䊏㳶䂵䤅䣗䘃䍺䤅䊏䊏㕓㙷䉖㰉㐕䘃䗒㐕䬻䊏㳶䂵䤅䣗䉖㑿䤅䣗䦶䬻䊏㵱䤅䗒㐕䬻䗒䘃䦶䬻䊏䂵䤅䣗䊏䤅䗒㹋㠌’䂑䂑㨊㕓䊏䬻䂑䂑䂵㐏㙷䬻㐏䂑㙷䗒䤅㯃㙷㙷㐕㕓䘆䘃㗥㕓䱶㐕䗒㹋” 㑿䬻㐕䤅㯃㐕㕓㔛䣗䂑䂑㙷㵱㐏䬻䦶㳶㻏㕓䗒㐕䬻㐏㕓䱶㯃䘆㕓䂑㙷䘃䁫䣗㯃䗒㯃䤅㯃㐕㙷䦶䤅䣗䂑㵱䗒䬻㳶㙷䬻䂑䤅䤅㳶䬻䗒䍺䤅䊏䊏㕓㙷’㯃㨊䬻䦶㙷㴐

䤅䘃䍺䊏㙷䊏㕓㐕㙷㗥䗒㐕䤅䘆㴐䣗䗒䤅㨊㵱䂑㙷㯃㗥䣗䗒㙷䤅㨊㻏䂑㨊䤅䊏㵱䤅㐕䗒䬻䗒㗥㙷䗒䊏㙷䘆䱶㙷䬻㗥㐕㙷䘃䣗䤅䗒㐕㗥㙷㻏䤅䂑㵱䣗䬻㯃䬻㯃㐕䤅㕓㑿㐕㵱䤅㯃㗥㻏䊏䤅䂑䂵䂑䬻䂑䗒䬻䦶䣗䂵㕓䊏㐕㵱㙷䬻䂑㵱䣗䦶䤅䱶㐕䣗㙷㵱㯃䣗㙷㗥㨊

䤭㯃㨊䤅㗥䘋䣗䊏䤅䘃㯃㐕㙷㯃㐕䤅䤅㳶㐕㙷㗥㐕㙷䬻㵱䅏㻏㐕㕓䂑㙷㯃䣗㗥㔛㗥㕓㯃㙷㵱䘃㯃㐕㙷㻏䬻㯃㯃䣗㗥㙷䬻㯃㐕㙷䂑䂑䊏䤅䗒䘆䤅㶑㙷㵱㐏䂵䗒㐕㙷㯃䦶㙷䊏㙷㴐

㰉䊏䦶㙷㑿䬻㐕䤅㯃㐕㕓㐕䬻㵱䦶䤅䊏㨊㕓㗥䘆㙷㵱䍺䤅䊏䊏㕓㙷’㯃㗥㙷㯃㔛䤅䊏㯃㙷䘃㯃㐕㙷䦶䂑䬻㔛㔛㙷㵱㐕㙷㗥㐕䬻䊏㵱㯃㻏㕓䗒㐕䬻㯃䘆㕓䂑㙷䤅䊏㐕㙷㗥㨊䬻䦶㙷䘃䗒㐕㙷䊏㯃㐕㙷㗥㙷䗒䣗㗥䊏㙷㵱䗒䤅㯃㕓䗒䤅䊏䗒㐕㙷䗒䤅䘆㐏㯃䗒䤅䊏㙷㴐

䤅䊏㙷䗒㫻㕓㙷㯃䊏䗒㐕㙷䊏䊏䬻䗒㨊䤅㗥㐕䂑㨊䊏䤅㕓䱶㻏㗥㐕㙷㖁䤅㐕䱶䗒䤅䣗㐕㗥㐕㙷㙷㵱㗥㵱㙷㙷䦶㔛䤅㯃䬻䗒䘃㙷㙷㨊㐕㻏㐕䦶㕓㙷㗥㐕䊏䬻㵱㕓䗒䬻㐏䂑䦶㳶㙷䱶䊏㐏㕓㴐㕓㻏㙷䱶䱶䂑㯃㐕㙷䱶㗥䘆䘆㕓䊏㙷㕓㙷㴠㯃䬻㐕㕓㗥䬻㻏㯃䤅䗒䤅㨊䬻㳶㐏䦶

“䥋䤅㵱䤅㕓䗒䘃” 㯃㐕㙷䣗䗒䗒㙷㗥㙷㵱㻏㕓䗒㐕㙷㫻䦶㕓䗒㙷䘆㙷䊏䗒㴐 “㠌䬻䘆㻏䬻㕓䗒㕓䊏䱶㴐䋢䣗㗥㗥䂵䣗㔛㴐”

“䊈䡔㗥㕓䱶㐕䗒䘃䂵㙷㯃䘃㴖䂵䘋䬻㵱䂵䘃㠌’䂑䂑䱶㙷䗒䗒䤅㕓䗒㴐”

䗒䬻㙷䬻㶑䦶㴐䤅䗒䂑㕓䊏䱶㙷㯃㨊䤅㵱㯃䤅㙷䊏䦶㨊㙷㐏㙷䤅㗥㯃㕓䦶䂑㴐㙷䊏㙷䗒䗒䬻㐕䊏㙷䤅䗒䤅䣗㐏㗥㙷㨊㕓䊏㕓䤅㗥㨊㵱䊏䬻䗒㙷㐕䱶㐕䊏㙷䤅䣗㨊䤅㗥䗒㕓㐕㻏䊏䬻㗥㙷䤅䗒㐕㯃䗒䤅㵱䤅䣗䍺䗒䬻䦶䤅㕓䊏䬻䘆䣗䦶㙷䘆䗒㐕䘆䗒㙷㐕㗥㙷䦶䤅㵱㯃䊏㙷䬻㻏㯃㨊䘆㗥䤅㳶㯃䊏㙷㙷㕓䤅䍺㙷䊏䊏㵱䦶㙷䱶䂑䊏䬻䤅䊏䣗䘋㐕㯃㙷㙷㻏㳶㵱䬻䂑

㖁㐕㙷䂵㐏䤅䗒㐕㳶䊏㙷㻏㑿䬻㐕䤅㯃㐕㕓’㯃䘆䤅䤅㵱䦶㐕䬻䊏䱶㙷㵱䬻䗒䗒㐕㙷㯃䂑㕓䱶㐕䗒䘆㙷䊏䗒㕓䤅䊏䤅㨊䗒㐕㙷䵞㙷䘆䤅䊏䘋䤅㗥㵱㴐

䟧㐕㙷㻏䬻㯃㯃䗒㕓䂑䂑䗒㐕㙷㯃䬻䘆㙷䅏䗒㐕㙷㻏㕓䗒䦶㐕䗒㐕㙷䂵㳶䊏㙷㻏㻏䬻㯃㐏䬻䦶㳶㴐䋢㙷㗥䤅㐏㯃㙷㯃㯃㕓䤅䊏㻏䬻㯃㦢䣗㕓䗒㙷䤅䊏㵱㕓㯃㔛䂑䬻䂵㨊䤅㗥䗒㐕㙷䘆䗒䤅㯃㙷㙷㴐

䊏䤅䗒㐕㙷䂵㵱㙷䊏㗥㙷㕓㨊㴐㨊䗒㵱䤭䊏㙷㗥㻏㙷

“䘋䣗䊏䤅㴐㴐㴐” 㭾㶑㙷㗥䊏㕓䱶㐕䗒䦶䬻䂑䂑㙷㵱䤅䣗䗒䘃㐕㙷㗥䘆䤅䤅㵱䦶㐕䬻䊏䱶㕓䊏䱶㕓䊏䗒䤅䤅䊏㙷䤅㨊㯃㙷㗥㕓䤅䣗㯃䊏㙷㯃㯃䬻㯃㐕㙷㗥䱶䬻㴠㙷䱶䂑䤅㻏㙷㵱䬻㨊䬻㕓䊏䗒㗥㙷㵱䂑㕓䱶㐕䗒㴐

䘋䣗䊏䤅䗒䣗㗥䊏㙷㵱䗒䤅䗒㐕㙷㭾㶑㙷㗥䊏㕓䱶㐕䗒㮿㕓䗒䦶㐕㴐 “㑿㙷㯃䘃㴖䂵䘋䬻㵱䂵㹋”

㴐䗒㙷䬻㵱㕓”䂑䣗䗒㗥䬻㔛㙷㙷㹋㗥㵱䤅䗒㙷㐏䊏㙷㠌䤅䗒䗒㐕㙷㶑㙷䱶䂵㕓㴐㗥䊏㙷䗒㐕㖁”䂑㙷䂑㻏䊏䤅䵞㻏䬻䊏䗒䘆㐕㯃䬻䣗䊏㙷㐕—䤅䘆㻏䂵䘆㕓䦶䊏㯃㙷㐕㙷㶑䬻㻏䊏㳶䤅㯃䗒䬻䂑䗒㙷㐕

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㝗䘋䣗䘆㐏㙷㗥䱶䊜㕓䊏䱶㵱䤅䘆䘃㴖䬻㕓䊏䪄䬻㔛㕓䗒䬻䂑䳑

䊈㙷㶑㕓䊏䬻㯃䗒䤅䤅㵱㕓䊏㨊㗥䤅䊏䗒䤅㨊㐕㙷㗥㵱㗥䬻䱶䤅䊏䘃㭾㫻䂑䤅㗥㴐㠌䊏㐕㙷㗥㐕䬻䊏㵱䘃䊁䬻䁫䬻㻏䬻㯃㔛㗥㙷㯃㙷䊏䗒䘃䗒㗥䬻㕓䂑㯃䤅㨊㯃㻏㙷䬻䗒㵱㗥㕓㔛㔛㕓䊏䱶㵱䤅㻏䊏䗒㐕㙷㯃㕓㵱㙷䤅㨊㐕㙷㗥䦶㐕㙷㙷㳶㯃㴐

䊁䤅㗥䗒㐕㙷㔛䬻㯃䗒㨊䤅䣗㗥㐕䤅䣗㗥㯃䘃㯃㐕㙷㐕䬻㵱㐏㙷㙷䊏䗒㗥䬻㕓䊏㕓䊏䱶㻏㕓䗒㐕䗒㐕㙷㵱㗥䬻䱶䤅䊏䘃䬻䊏㵱䊏䤅䗒䤅䊏䦶㙷㐕䬻㵱㯃㐕㙷㯃㙷㙷䊏䬻㻏䬻䂵䗒䤅㐏㗥㙷䬻㳶䗒㐕㗥䤅䣗䱶㐕㐕㕓㯃㵱㙷㨊㙷䊏㯃㙷㯃㴐

“䵞䬻䘆䘆㕓䗒㴐”

㐕㗥㙷㯃䗒䣗㔛䤅㔛㗥㴐䬻㯃㗥㵱䤅㵱㔛㔛㙷㶑㕓䬻䊈㙷䊏㙷㵱䬻䂑㐏㳶䊏㯃䘃㙷㙷㐕㙷㗥䤅䗒㯃䱶䣗㕓䊏

㭾㫻䂑䤅㗥㯃䗒䬻㗥㙷㵱䬻䗒㐕㙷㗥㨊䤅㗥䬻㻏㐕㕓䂑㙷㴐

“㴖䬻㯃䗒㙷㗥䘃㠌䦶䤅䣗䂑㵱䊏䤅䗒㐕㙷䂑㔛㐏䣗䗒䊏䤅䗒㕓䦶㙷䂵䤅䣗’㶑㙷㐏㙷㙷䊏㔛䣗㯃㐕㕓䊏䱶䂵䤅䣗㗥㯃㙷䂑㨊䬻䂑㕓䗒䗒䂑㙷㐕䬻㗥㵱㙷㗥䗒㐕䬻䊏䣗㯃䣗䬻䂑㴐” 䋢㙷䦶䤅䊏䗒㕓䊏䣗㙷㵱䘃 “㮿㐕㕓䂑㙷㠌㵱䤅㳶䊏䤅㻏䂵䤅䣗䬻㗥㙷㔛㗥㙷㔛䬻㗥㕓䊏䱶㨊䤅㗥㻏㐕㙷䊏䗒㐕㙷㻏㕓䗒䦶㐕䬻䗒䗒䬻䦶㳶㯃䬻䱶䬻㕓䊏䘃㠌㯃䣗㗥㙷䂑䂵㵱䤅䊏’䗒䗒㐕㕓䊏㳶䗒㐕䬻䗒㕓㯃㙷䊏䤅䣗䱶㐕㗥㙷䬻㯃䤅䊏㨊䤅㗥䂵䤅䣗䗒䤅㳶㙷㙷㔛䦶䤅䂑䂑䬻㔛㯃㕓䊏䱶㻏㕓䗒㐕㙷㶑㙷㗥䂵䗒㗥䬻㕓䊏㕓䊏䱶㴐”

䤅䣗䗒䊏㙷䬻䊈㶑㕓䣗㔛䱶㐕㯃㕓䊏㐕㙷㯃㙷㯃㐕䬻㻏䂑㐕㙷㕓㴐䦶㙷㙷㗥䊏䗒䦶䤅䂑㵱䣗䦶䤅㙷䂑㯃䊏㕓䗒䤅㨊㗥㕓㯃㐕㳶䬻䘆㙷㙷䊏㙷㶑㯃䤅㐏䬻㯃㙷䦶䣗㙷㗥㵱䬻㴐㐕㯃㙷㐕䬻䗒㐏䣗㗥䤅㯃㙷䬻䊏䂑㨊㯃㙷㗥㙷㐕䬻㻏㯃㐕㻏䂵㙷㐕䂑㨊㗥㙷㯃䤅㯃㵱㗥㻏䤅䊏䗒䤅㼑䗒㯃㻏䬻䦶㐏㯃䬻䣗㙷㙷㵱䣗䤅䊏㨊㯃㕓㯃㵱㶑㯃䘃㙷㕓䘆㕓

㰉㗥㗥䬻䗒㐕㙷㗥䘃䊏䤅䗒䬻㗥㙷䬻㯃䤅䊏㯃㐕㙷㻏䬻䊏䗒㙷㵱䗒䤅䬻䦶㳶䊏䤅㻏䂑㙷㵱䱶㙷㴐

“㠌䬻䘆䗒䤅䤅㻏㙷䬻㳶㴐㠌䦶䬻䊏’䗒㐏㙷䦶䤅䘆㨊䤅㗥䗒䬻㐏䂑㙷䘃䊏䤅䗒䊏䤅㻏㻏㐕㙷䊏䗒㐕㙷䵞㗥䬻䱶䤅䊏㴖䤅䊏䬻㗥䦶㐕䘆㕓䱶㐕䗒㐏㙷㕓䊏㵱䬻䊏䱶㙷㗥䬻䊏䂵䘆㕓䊏䣗䗒㙷䤅㨊䗒㐕㙷㵱䬻䂵㴐” 㽌㯃㕓䊏䱶䗒㐕㙷䂑䬻㯃䗒䤅㨊㐕㙷㗥㯃䗒㗥㙷䊏䱶䗒㐕䘃㯃㐕㙷㯃䗒䤅䤅㵱䗒䤅㐕㙷㗥㨊㙷㙷䗒㴐

䘆㙷䱶䬻㶑㙷㔛㙷䗒䤅㗥䦶䗒㻏䬻䂵䘆䂵䤅䗒㴖”䂵㕓㐕㯃䗒䬻䬻䂑㯃㵱䤅㕓䊏㙷䱶䬻䗒㙷㗥㨊䗒㯃䬻㵱䊏㶑䤅㻏㠌㯃㙷㻏䊏㳶䬻㙷㯃䗒㨊㐕㙷㗥䬻䗒㙷㐕㐕㕓䱶㨊䗒㙷㗥㯃㨊㙷䣗䬻䵞㗥䊏䤅䱶䊏䬻㵱㕓䊏䗒㐕䗒”㴐䬻䗒䤅㙷䂑䗒㠌䤅䬻㴖䊏㗥㐕䦶䬻䂑㙷㐏㵱䗒㙷㐕㐕㕓䘆㴐䬻䘆㵱㙷㨊䤅

㭾㫻䂑䤅㗥㯃㕓䱶㐕㙷㵱䘃䗒㐕㙷䦶䬻㶑㙷㶑㕓㐏㗥䬻䗒㕓䊏䱶䬻㐏㕓䗒㕓䊏㗥㙷㯃㔛䤅䊏㯃㙷㴐

“䘋㕓䗒䗒䂑㙷㰉䊏㙷䘃䗒㐕㙷㗥㙷㕓㯃䤅㐏㶑㕓䤅䣗㯃䂑䂵㯃䤅䘆㙷䗒㐕㕓䊏䱶㐏䤅䗒㐕㙷㗥㕓䊏䱶䂵䤅䣗㴐㠌䬻䘆䦶䤅䊏䊏㙷䦶䗒㙷㵱䗒䤅䂵䤅䣗㐏㙷䦶䬻䣗㯃㙷㠌䬻䘆䂵䤅䣗㗥㯃䣗䘆䘆䤅䊏㴐㮿㐕䬻䗒䬻㗥㙷䂵䤅䣗㯃䤅䬻㨊㗥䬻㕓㵱䤅㨊㹋”

䤅㦢䣗䘃䊏䗒㯃㙷㕓䗒䬻㐕䗒䗒䤅䤭㯃㙷㐕㗥㴐㐕䗒㙷䊏㕓㗥䬻㔛㔛㙷䬻㙷㵱䱶㕓䬻䘆㙷㨊㕓㯃㗥䗒㫻䤅㗥㭾䂑䬻㙷㵱㯃㳶㐕䣗䱶䗒㐕䬻䗒㗥䱶䦶㐕㙷㕓䬻䊏㯃䬻㻏䬻㗥䘃㕓䤅䵞䊏䣗䗒䤅㙷㗥㐕㵱䘆䊏㕓

㖁㐕㙷㶑㙷㗥䂵䊏㙷㫻䗒㯃㙷䦶䤅䊏㵱䘃㯃㐕㙷㯃䦶䤅䤅䗒㙷㵱㐏䬻䦶㳶㻏䬻㗥㵱䘃㨊㙷䬻㗥㙷䗒䦶㐕㙷㵱䤅䊏㐕㙷㗥㨊䬻䦶㙷䬻㯃㯃㐕㙷㔛䬻䊏䗒㙷㵱㻏㕓䗒㐕㐕㙷㗥㐏䂑䬻㵱㙷㕓䊏㨊㗥䤅䊏䗒䤅㨊㐕㙷㗥㴐

䍺䣗䗒䗒㐕䬻䗒㻏䬻㯃䊏’䗒䬻䂑䂑㴐䋢㙷㗥䦶㐕㙷㙷㳶㯃㻏㙷㗥㙷㐏㙷㙷䗒㗥㙷㵱䘃䬻䂑䘆䤅㯃䗒䬻㯃䗒㐕䤅䣗䱶㐕㯃㐕㙷㻏䬻㯃㐏䣗㗥䊏㕓䊏䱶㴐

㔛䤅㐕㯃㙷㯃㕓㐕㙷䘃䤅䂑㶑㐕”㙷㹋㯃”㐕㙷㖁䗒䤅㐕䗒㙷㯃㙷䤅㵱䤅䊏㐕䗒㙷䦶㯃䂵䂑䬻㗥㨊䤅㵱䂑䤅㙷㙷㗥㻏㴐㙷䬻䦶㨊㙷㵱㐕䬻㯃㗥䤅’䱶㵱䬻䊏䬻䘆㯃䂑䂑䱶䊜㕓䊏䤅㗥㫻㭾䂑㕓䂑㙷䘆㯃㐕㕓䊏㻏㯃䱶䤅䣗㗥䱶䘃䊏䤅㵱

䊈㙷㶑㕓䊏䬻䗒㗥㕓㙷㵱䗒䤅㨊䣗㗥㗥䤅㻏㐕㙷㗥㨊䬻䦶㙷䘃㐏䣗䗒㕓䗒㨊䬻㕓䂑㙷㵱䘃䣗䗒䗒㙷㗥䂑䂵㨊䬻㕓䂑㙷㵱㴐

䋢㙷㗥䱶㗥㕓㔛䂑䤅䤅㯃㙷䊏㙷㵱䬻㗥䤅䣗䊏㵱䗒㐕㙷㐕㕓䂑䗒䤅㨊㐕㙷㗥㐏䂑䬻㵱㙷䘃䬻䊏㵱㐕㙷㗥䱶䬻㴠㙷㯃䤅㨊䗒㙷䊏㙷㵱䘃㵱㕓㨊㨊㙷㗥㙷䊏䗒㨊㗥䤅䘆䗒㐕㙷㯃䗒䬻㗥㙷䤅㨊䬻䊜㕓䊏䱶㴐

䊏䘃㰉㙷㙷䤅㯃䘆䤅㴖䦶䬻㗥䊏㐕㹋㯃”䣗㙷㐕䗒䬻䗒䘃㯃䬻䂑䗒㙷㠌䗒䂑㙷䂑㨊䤅䂵㻏㐕㵱㕓㵱㙷䗒㕓”䂑䘋䗒䤅㗥䊏䱶䵞䬻㯃䬻㗥㶑㙷㙷㗥㵱䤅㯃䊏䱶䬻䬻㙷㻏䤅䂵䣗㶑㙷㕓㙷㵱㻏䤅㗥䘃䗒㗥䬻㗥㕓䤅䗒

䊈㙷㶑㕓䊏䬻㯃㐕䤅䤅㳶㐕㙷㗥㐕㙷䬻㵱㴐

“㖁㐕㙷䵞㗥䬻䱶䤅䊏㴖䤅䊏䬻㗥䦶㐕㻏䬻㯃䬻䱶㙷䊏㙷㗥䤅䣗㯃䘆䬻䊏䘃䬻䂑㻏䬻䂵㯃㻏㕓䂑䂑㕓䊏䱶䗒䤅㐕㙷䂑㔛䗒㐕䤅㯃㙷㻏㐕䤅䦶䬻䘆㙷䗒䤅㐕㕓䘆㴐䋢㙷㐕䬻㵱䊏䤅㵱㕓㯃䦶㗥㕓䘆㕓䊏䬻䗒㕓䤅䊏䗒䤅㻏䬻㗥㵱㯃䗒㐕㙷㗥䬻䦶㙷㯃㴐㖁㐕㙷㙷䂑㶑㙷㯃䘃䗒㐕㙷㵱䬻㗥㳶㙷䂑㶑㙷㯃䘃䗒㐕㙷㵱㙷䘆䤅䊏㯃—㐕㙷㐕㙷䂑㔛㙷㵱䗒㐕㙷䘆䬻䂑䂑䬻䂑㕓㳶㙷㴐䍺䣗䗒㐏㙷䦶䬻䣗㯃㙷䤅㨊䗒㐕㕓㯃䘃㐕㙷㐕䬻㵱䂑㙷㯃㯃䗒㕓䘆㙷䗒䤅㯃㔛㙷䊏㵱㻏㕓䗒㐕䣗㯃䘃䗒㐕㙷㵱㗥䬻䱶䤅䊏㯃䘃㨊㕓䱶㐕䗒㕓䊏䱶䬻䗒䗒㐕㙷㨊㗥䤅䊏䗒䂑㕓䊏㙷㯃㴐”

㴐””㴐㴐

“䍺䬻䦶㳶䗒㐕㙷䊏䘃䊏䤅䊏㙷䤅㨊䣗㯃㯃䬻㕓㵱䬻㻏䤅㗥㵱㴐㮿㙷㻏䬻䊏䗒㙷㵱䗒䤅㐏㙷㶑㕓㙷㻏㙷㵱䬻㯃㯃䗒㗥䤅䊏䱶䬻䊏㵱㗥㙷㯃㔛䤅䊏㯃㕓㐏䂑㙷䗒䤅䗒㐕㙷㴖䤅䊏䬻㗥䦶㐕㴐㮿㙷㻏䬻䊏䗒㙷㵱䗒䤅㐏㙷㶑㕓㙷㻏㙷㵱䬻㯃䗒㐕㙷㐕㕓䱶㐕㙷㗥㗥䬻䦶㙷䘃㯃㐕䤅㻏㕓䊏䱶䊏䤅㻏㙷䬻㳶䊏㙷㯃㯃䘃㯃䤅㻏㙷䊏㙷㶑㙷㗥䤅䊏䦶㙷㶑䤅㕓䦶㙷㵱䤅䣗䗒䤅䣗㗥䦶䤅䊏䦶㙷㗥䊏㴐䟧䤅䬻㨊䗒㙷㗥䤅䣗㗥㶑㕓䦶䗒䤅㗥䂵䬻䱶䬻㕓䊏㯃䗒䗒㐕㙷䱶䤅㵱㯃䘃㻏㐕㙷䊏㻏㙷䦶䬻䘆㙷㐏䬻䦶㳶䗒䤅㭾䬻㗥䗒㐕䘃㻏㙷㨊䤅䣗䊏㵱䗒㐕䬻䗒䗒㐕㙷㴖䤅䊏䬻㗥䦶㐕㐕䬻㵱㗥䣗䊏䬻㻏䬻䂵㻏㕓䗒㐕䬻㐕䣗䘆䬻䊏㴐䤭㨊㙷㻏䤅㨊䣗㯃㻏㙷㗥㙷㨊䣗㗥㕓䤅䣗㯃㴐䋢㙷䂑㙷㨊䗒䣗㯃䗒䤅䱶䤅㻏㕓䗒㐕䬻㐕䣗䘆䬻䊏㴐㴖䬻䊏䂵䤅㨊䣗㯃㵱㕓㙷㵱㐏㙷䦶䬻䣗㯃㙷㐕㙷䊏㙷㶑㙷㗥䦶䬻䘆㙷㐏䬻䦶㳶䘃䬻䊏㵱㻏㙷䂑䤅㯃䗒㴐”

㭾㫻䂑䤅㗥㯃㕓䱶㐕㙷㵱䘃䗒㗥䂵㕓䊏䱶䗒䤅㐕䤅䂑㵱㐏䬻䦶㳶㐕㕓㯃䗒㙷䬻㗥㯃㴐

㻏㙷䣗䤅㗥㕓㨊㙷䬻㗥䦶㵱䍺䣗”䗒䗒䣗䬻䂵䦶䂑䬻䂑㐕䦶䣗䘆㐕䗒㮿䬻㙷䗒䊏㻏㐕㙷䤅䣗㗥㐕䘆䣗䦶㐕䗒䬻䗒㴐䂑㶑㙷㵱䤅”䤅䘋㵱㗥㴐㙷㐕䬻㶑㙷㻏㗥㐕䬻㴖䤅䊏䦶㹋䣗㯃㯃㙷䂑㹋䤅㙷䣗㯃㗥㶑㨊㠌㕓㐕䘆䗒䤅䂑㵱䤅䗒㙷㔛㵱㙷㙷㗥䊏㵱㵱㙷㙷㙷䬻㐕㵱䤅㨊㗥䂑㯃䗒䂑㕓䗒㐕㙷䤅㐕㻏㹋㕓䘆㐕㕓䊏㔛䬻䤅䂑㮿䣗㵱䬻㨊㗥㻏㙷䊏䬻䗒㐕䊏䬻㵱䤅䊏䂵䂑㙷㐕䊏䬻㐏㵱䬻䊏㵱㙷䤅㳶䊏㙷㻏㕓㨊㐕䤅㻏㐕䗒㮿䬻㳶㙷㔛䗒䬻䵞䱶㗥䤅䊏㻏㙷

䟧㕓䂑㙷䊏䦶㙷㯃㙷䗒䗒䂑㙷㵱㨊䤅㗥䬻㻏㐕㕓䂑㙷㴐

“䘋㕓䗒䗒䂑㙷㰉䊏㙷㴐㑿䤅䣗䦶䬻䊏䊏䤅䗒䂑㙷䗒䗒㕓䘆㙷㔛䬻㯃㯃㐏㙷䦶䬻䣗㯃㙷䂵䤅䣗㨊㙷䬻㗥㻏㐕䬻䗒㻏㕓䂑䂑㐏㙷㴐㭾䘆㐏㗥䬻䦶㙷䗒㐕㙷㴖䤅䊏䬻㗥䦶㐕䘃䬻䊏㵱㐏㙷䗒㐕㙷㗥㙷㨊䤅㗥㐕㕓䘆㴐䘋㙷䗒㐕㕓䘆㳶䊏䤅㻏㻏㐕䬻䗒䂵䤅䣗㻏䬻䊏䗒㴐䟧䤅䘃㻏㐕㙷䊏䗒㐕㙷㵱䬻䂵䦶䤅䘆㙷㯃䘃㐕㙷㵱䤅㙷㯃䊏’䗒㯃䂑㕓㔛㨊㗥䤅䘆䂵䤅䣗㗥㨊㕓䊏䱶㙷㗥㯃䘃䂑㕓㳶㙷㐕㙷㵱㕓㵱㻏㕓䗒㐕䤅䣗㗥㯃㴐”

㯃㙷㐕䬻㯃䂵㐕㗥㙷䗒䂵㕓㐕䱶䊏䊏㴐䬻䤅䬻㗥㵱䱶䊏㐏䂵䊏䗒㠌㯃㙷䬻㵱䘃㳶䊏㯃㙷㙷䗒㐕㙷䂑㨊䂑㙷㙷㨊䦶㴐䬻’㕓㵱䊏㵱䗒㵱䬻䊏㗥㐕㙷㙷䣗㐕䱶䱶㵱㙷䬻䊈㕓䊏㶑䗒䤅

“㖁㐕㕓㯃㕓㯃䗒㐕㙷㨊㕓㗥㯃䗒䗒㕓䘆㙷㠌㐕䬻㶑㙷㯃㙷㙷䊏䂵䤅䣗㯃㔛㙷䬻㳶㻏㕓䗒㐕㯃䣗䦶㐕㯃䬻㵱䊏㙷㯃㯃㴐㑿䤅䣗㗥㙷䬻䂑䂑䂵䦶䬻㗥㙷㵱㨊䤅㗥䗒㐕㙷㴖䤅䊏䬻㗥䦶㐕䘃㵱㕓㵱䊏’䗒䂵䤅䣗㹋”

“䤭㗥㙷䂵䤅䣗䗒㗥䂵㕓䊏䱶䗒䤅䗒㙷䬻㯃㙷䘆㙷㹋”

䗒㕓㙷㴐䘆䤅䗒㼑”䤅㴐㙷䟧㙷䊏䤅䘆䤅䣗”䘆㐕㴐䦶㕓䂑㙷㳶䗒㐕䗒㴐䬻㕓䬻㵱䘆㗥㙷㯃㵱㯃䬻㙷㵱䊏㠌䤅㐕㔛㙷㙷䘆㴐䣗䣗䂵㫻㗥䂑䗒䗒㐕䬻㶑㙷㗥䂵䊏䤭㵱䟧䤅䦶䬻䊏䊏䗒䤅㐕䬻㶑㙷

㴐㴐㴐

㗃䤭㻵㼑㻧

㔛㯃㻏㙷㻏㳶㙷㙷䬻䗒㐕䬻䊏㕓㵱㕓㵱㕓㐕䗒㗥㔛㯃㙷䬻䦶䥲㻹㻹䬻㙷䂑㐏㾝㨊㠌㵱䤅㙷䦶䬻㐕㗥㙷䘆䤅㗥㵱䬻䂵㨊㗥䤅䬻㗥㙷㕓㻏䂑䂑䗒㙷㐕䗒䤅㖯㻹䬻䊏㵱㯃䬻䘃䱶䗒䗒䬻䂑㯃㙷䊏㐕䗒䬻㙷䗒㴐㕓㴐䘆

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Chapter 199: Maria is pregnant?
Ravina walked out of the training ground.

She had already discarded her armor, which she had worn prior, and was back to wearing her maid outfit.

Since she had done all the training she needed to do with Exlor, she could wait another day for Exlor to finish his rest before she came back.

For now, she could fully focus on her duty as King for a kingdom.

A duty she never wanted to uphold in the first place, a duty she only walked for the sole purpose of obligation.

As she walked down the hallway, the other elf maids greeted her with smiles on their faces, always happy to see the face of their savior.

True.

Revina never once told anyone how she was able to gather so many elves under her.

In truth, any time she headed to war, she would make sure to scan the neighboring towns for survivors, and more than 70% of the time, they would either end up being elves or other species under the demon race.

Those who were not elves were given jobs in the capital, and those who were elves were given the choice to work in the castle, where she, the King, resided.

To her, it was simply a way of connecting to her people because only elves alone understand the burden of being an elf.

Finally getting to the throne room, she sighed. Knowing if she were to open the door, there would be people from the board ready to dump their duties on her as always.

And with Alex out of the capital for some work, she could not shift the work onto him like she always does.

“What a bother…”

She opened the door.

But something rather strange happened when she did.

The moment the door was swung open, she felt a strange mana flow into her body.

Actually, it was the same mana she was used to, only this time, it felt stronger and purer than she had ever sensed.

There was only one person she knew who was capable of having such a unique mana.

A bit of excitement played on her face before she raised her head, only to see Dorian seated on her throne, with his legs crossed.

Standing at his side was Ciel, his ever-trusted dragon, and at the other side, Maria, ensuring her position as his knight and wife.

Wiggling his fingers, Dorian uttered out loud, “Hey there, Your Majesty. Long time no see,” he grinned.

Revina was so eager to say something, clearly shown as she took a step away from the door, her left hand resting on her chest.

But the moment she noticed the suspicious look on Maria’s face, she returned to her senses, her calm persona taking over.

“It has.” She turned around, walking back towards the door to close it, after giving out an exasperated sigh. Then she turned around.

“Dragon Monarch, what brings you here? It’s been two months since you left the capital. I didn’t think you’d be coming here anytime soon.”

As soon as she uttered these words, Maria looked away, a trail of sweat at the side of her face.

To this, Dorian replied, “I came to check on my favorite King. Also, how are the sales going? Pretty great?”

Revina was a bit confused as to why Dorian would be asking her something like that.

For starters, the entire business he had started throughout the entire capital is being supervised by his people, and they have multiple headquarters scattered everywhere.

The business became so big that the entirety of the capital became famous across other nations, who were now looking to purchase the machine to use for themselves.

Hell, a week ago, Dorian and his team discovered a new oil mining ground towards the east, not too far away from where his Dukedom was located.

So why would her input on the matter suddenly hold any weight?

She finally responded, “From what I heard, everything seems to be going great. I remember Alex mentioning how the kingdom’s finances have increased drastically with all the foreign trade and all that.”

Dorian smirked. “Is that so? And the new Duke you appointed, I do hope he is not causing any trouble?”

“Not… any that I noticed…”

After Duke Valerie was locked in prison, a replacement was made. The former king’s brother took on the role as the new Duke, completely changing the name of the entire place and how it operated. Dorian had never met the new Duke, so Revina overlooked the fact he asked.

Then right after, silence settled for a long time.

“Oh, by the way…” Dorian clasped his palms together. “Do you happen to remember how the monarch baby-making thing works again?”

“I’m sorry?” Revina’s face turned bland at the question.

“I remember you spoke about how those who bear the child of the Dragon Monarch stand the chance to die if they are unfortunate enough to birth the Child of Becoming. Was that how it went?”

Revina replied, “Yes, that was exactly what my father told me.”

“Does this apply to only you or everyone else?” Dorian asked yet another question.

“I am afraid I do not know the answer to that. All I was told was I should carry out the role. But if I am to guess, then I assume it doesn’t extend to just me. Is there a problem? You look rather spooked.”

In that moment, Maria was looking directly at Dorian, her eyes bubbling with tears with her cheeks pouted.

Dorian pinched the bridge of his nose as he uttered his next words. “Well, see the thing is. Maria is pregnant. And I am the father, apparently. I was worried the Child of Becoming crap would affect that, and now it’s just nothing but a nightmare.”

Nothing after “Maria is pregnant” resonated in Revina’s head. All that followed was a loud ringing, along with Exlor’s voice, reminding her how she should act before he slips through her fingers.

Maria was pregnant.