Chapter 972 - Going to War (1/2)

Chapter 972: Going to War

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

After leaving the Dream World, Roland still felt the cold on his back.

Nightingale was bending over the desk while chewing snacks. Seeing him wake up, she instantly dashed to the couch and asked, “Are you all right? Is there anything wrong in that world?”

He felt relieved seeing the concerned look on a familiar face. It reminded him that he had already left the dreadful alien world. He exhaled and forced a smile before replying, “No. I just had some new discoveries.”

She looked at him incredulously. “Really? You look pale.” She touched his forehead before adding, “Look… you’re even sweating.”

Hearing that, Roland realized that the coldness on his back was due to his sweaty shirt.

“You know I didn’t lie. It was just a dream after all.”

But now, he was not as confident about this statement. The Dream World had become increasingly complicated and more like a real world.

“I don’t know,” said Nightingale. Her mouth twitched.

“What?” said Roland in surprise.

“I need to use my ability to discern the truth from a lie,” she said with her hands laid out. “Now, you’re not just the king of Graycastle but also the leader of the ancient witches of Taquila as well as Sleeping Spell. Even the Kingdom of Dawn is under your control. You aren’t an ordinary lord anymore and will naturally have more and more secrets in the future. If I knew everything about you… you wouldn’t feel comfortable around me anymore…” She paused. “You wouldn’t like a person who could always look through, would you?”

Nightingale turned her head away to evade his eyes. Looking at her, he could not help but chuckle. All his mental stress had disappeared.

He was well aware of what she thought.

Most lords did not want their followers or servants to know too much about themselves. They usually liked to adopt an ambiguous attitude and enjoyed being a little unpredictable. If a person knew the lord they served too well, they would often not meet a nice end. Though Nightingale was aware that Roland was not such a cruel lord, she was still afraid that he would alienate himself from her when his power increased.

“What’s so funny?” she asked whilst feeling aggrieved. After having several bites of her dried fish, she added, “I was really worried about you getting into trouble in that world.”

“Ahem.” Roland stopped laughing and with a straight face said, “Indeed, nobody wants other people to peer into their mind, not to mention a powerful ruler.” He paused deliberately before continuing. “But you aren’t included in ‘these other people.'”

Roland did not want to become a real feudal king.

Having read about the ups and downs of many dynasties in history, he was sure of what he really wanted presently.

He needed a group of truly trustworthy people to help him accomplish this grand undertaking.

“What?” exclaimed the startled Nightingale.

“If you hadn’t come to Border Town, I would’ve been killed by the maid assassin sent by Garcia long ago,” explained Roland slowly. “When the Battle of Divine Will starts, the situation will become even more dangerous for me. Besides, some people in the kingdom still think of me as their enemy. You’re going to be very busy and I’ll be heavily relying on you. How could I not treat you differently?”

Roland found that he sometimes really liked the simple-minded people of this world. If he said this to a girl in the world he previously lived, she would probably roll her eyes and think that he was just trying to deceive her with sweet words.

“Besides, the most terrible lie isn’t some plausible statement I may use to deceive others, but a lie I tell myself. With you around, I’ll never have to worry about this problem.”

Nightingale tilted her head and muttered, “I can’t stop you from deceiving yourself.”

“Of course you can. You’re able to determine the credibility of a statement, aren’t you? Like, 30% of a statement wasn’t accurate or reliable, or alternatively, the whole statement was a downright lie.”

“Well, yes, I can do that based on the feedback from my magic power.”

“Then, when I announce a decision I’m unsure of, you can confirm if it’s correct regardless of how confident I appear to be. Deluding myself into making a wrong decision will do more harm than being uncertain about it. When you notice me deceiving myself, you can give me hints. This stops me from making irreversible mistakes,” said Roland with his hands laid out. “Now do you see how important your job is?”