55 [55] A Small Natural Disaster Shock for the Round Table
[Where there is a word, there must be action. You have clearly and unequivocally fulfilled every promise with fresh blood.]
[If suppression is not violent enough, then continue to suppress.]
[If cleansing is not thorough enough, then continue to cleanse.]
[You have demonstrated the basic qualities that a king should possess, spreading love and peace throughout the entire kingdom.]
[Everyone understands the value of loyalty. Vortigern's mighty army under your command gradually becomes obedient, loyal, and follows the Regent King's orders wherever they go.]
[But just this is not enough...]
[...Far from enough.]
[What you truly want to do is to dull their minions, tame this pack of wolves into obedient dogs, change their thoughts, turn the bandits into constructive contributors.]
[You want to transform their military nationalism that seeks external conquest, completely change their ideology, subtly transform their habits and culture, and lead the people of Saxon to redirect their competitive and passionate nature into positive production and construction.]
[If food production increases, land fertility stabilizes, and with the optimization of storage structures and logistics, it will significantly increase the chances of this island smoothly weathering the decline of the age of gods.]
[What does the hostility of the world matter?]
[To live peacefully and secure your survival, you will not let any possible vitality slip away.]
[Upon hearing of your grand cleansing, Artoria very wisely did not organize a counterattack but instead called on the Celts to take a break and recover from the traumas suffered in the recent war.]
[The southern Kingdom of Anglo-Saxon and the northern Kingdom of the Celts are now in a standoff, each occupying half of the territory of Britannia. It seems that a delicate balance has formed between them.]
[After several decades of continuous warfare in this vast archipelago, it finally seems to usher in a long-awaited period of peace...]
"'You've done very well, Alvin... far beyond what I expected, even. Do your best to stabilize the situation, I am currently absorbing the radiance of the Anchor of the Planet.'"
Morgan's hand pressed on the old man's still body, establishing a connection through the powerful sense of the witch, repeating Vortigern's words in this fragmented and cryptic content.
The content of the prophecy was intermittent and obscure. It took Morgan a considerable amount of time to piece together a few complete sentences.
"'This process will take me three to ten days... but, in reality, it may take even longer...'"
"...Even longer?"
Alvin raised his eyes to the sleeping old man, contemplating for a moment.
"My dear, is the flow of time in the Inner Sea of the Planet different from our reality?"
"Yes."
The witch released her hand, slightly catching her breath.
Alvin held onto her hand, kissing her lips and transferring his body fluid to help her transition through the intense consumption of magical energy.
Communicating with someone like Vortigern, who resisted the Inner Sea of the Planet, proved challenging even for a grand magus.
"Ordinary land of fairies are manageable. However, Vortigern ventured close to the innermost area of the Anchor of the Planet. Since it's a divine construct with fixed laws, the rules there are much more stable than in reality, resulting in a drastically different flow of time."
Alvin did not find the time scale challenging.
His expression was somewhat ambiguous.
He raised his gaze, looking towards the distant north.
"I'm a bit afraid of flattening the opposing base. Perhaps I should go easy...?"
Maybe he should do a little movement?
That seems like a good idea.
Artoria, pay attention and learn well. This is a teaching moment!
He wanted to bring a small disaster shock to the entire Round Table.
[With absolute military power in your grasp, over the past month, you systematically purged the entire Kingdom, with countless rebels being raided, executed, and displayed publicly, their heads rolling like raindrops.]
[The deeply rooted nobles, faced with your ruthless might, finally succumbed, trembling with fear.]
[You don't have the patience of Vortigern.]
[Your old man couldn't care less about the lives of the Saxon people. In fact, apart from the existence of Britannia, he couldn't be bothered with anything else. But you won't spare these good farming tools.]
[Feeling that the time is ripe, you decisively begin to implement new national policies.]
[First and foremost, the industry that requires bold and sweeping reforms - agriculture.]
[The farming techniques of this era are so crude that it's appalling, Britannia, has the abysmal farming technology.]
[Land efficiency is incredibly low, fertile fields are left abandoned, various fertile lands are covered in weeds, people don't understand the basics of farming, and they rely on nature for sustenance.]
[Thanks to the remnants of the age of gods, even with the crudest farming methods, crops can still grow, although it doesn't prevent some from starving.]
[The simplicity of cultivation has led the people of Britannia to lack any enthusiasm for farming. Just scatter seeds and water, and crops will grow on this island.]
[And this is precisely the reason why this land is coveted by others.]
[What a wasteful.]
[Gathering all the vassals, you spread carefully selected crop varieties and personally supervise, demonstrating knowledge about spring planting, food reserves, and improvements in farming techniques.]
[You may not know how to make paper, but that doesn't stop you from breaking, stirring, crushing, and drying tree bark fibers with your raw violence. You manage to produce rough paper, which is much cheaper than fabric and more convenient to carry.]
[You gather artists and instruct them to create pamphlets on farming knowledge. Despite their scarcity, you distribute them one by one for propagation.]
[Taking care of the people's meals, an area that these aristocratic knights have always ignored, is now a fundamental national policy, and with this as a benchmark, you set salaries and performance for officials in each county and class.]
[You open the gates of the towns, absorbing displaced Celtic refugees, kickstarting Londinium's resource reserves, regulating the prices of cotton and food, prioritizing ensuring that every resident is well-fed and clothed.]
[In gathering places organized by towns, you select some rudimentary, barely literate individuals, pay them in food and currency, and establish rudimentary schools to teach them writing.]
[If they pass the exams you set in the capital Londinium, they can obtain an official position provided by the kingdom, ensuring at least one family's livelihood.]
[Finally...]
[You stand beside the throne, proclaiming to the world that all land is now nationalized. All noble titles in the kingdom are abolished. Those who return their land can be considered for replacement as officials in each county.]
[Resist and face annihilation.]
[In this illiterate kingdom, you may not be able to promote ideological documents for people to read, nor can you explain the backwardness, feudalism, and exploitation of the nobles.]
[But the people can understand and feel that their lives are getting better.]
[Rebellion... what is it?]
[No one can resist the hearts of the people.]
[In this world, ordinary people who simply want to eat well, stay warm, and sleep peacefully, constitute the majority.]
[They don't have grand and noble ideals, nor do they have a craving for wealth and glory. They just want a peaceful life, a stable family, a little happiness, and that's enough.]
[Even the pirates who come across the sea are mostly ordinary people. If they weren't forced to the point where they couldn't survive, who would board that shaky ferry and drift away, licking blood like catkins.]
[... Nobles?]
[Your strength is more formidable than this bunch of wastrels piled up together.]
[Your decrees are more loved and welcomed by the people than the oppressive taxes and exploitation of these bloodsuckers.]
[You don't fear any assassination, poisoning, or even slander on your reputation, because on this island, there is no one more depraved and evil than you.]
[Shouting insults at the abyss, will the abyss pay them any attention?]
[It will only engulf them, sinking them into it.]
[Moreover, your lifespan is longer than these so-called precious beings.]
[The nobles bitterly discover that you have severed the very foundation upon which they relied for survival.]
[As the ultimate life form, you don't need rest.]
[If not exploited by the witch, you will remain energetic throughout the day.]
[Your forward-looking vision completely overshadows the entire era. The judgment of the Sword of Selection is incredibly faithful and correct, looking back over the past two thousand years, for Britannia, you are a perfect ruler.]
[So, celebrate!]
[The supreme, wicked Demon King is born on this island called Britannia!]
[The crownless tyrant, Alvin Pendragon.]
[The entire kingdom is shrouded in the terrifying and majestic shadow of your rule. On this day, the nobles finally recall the once beautiful reign dominated by the vile king, Vortigern.]
["King Vortigern! Hurry up and say something..."]
[They have never desired the return of that vile king so much. Unfortunately, even if Vortigern could hear, he would only mock their pitiful state, pat you on the head, and say, "Well done."]
[The tiny ripple of resistance is instantly crushed under your feet, like stepping on an ant.]
[In just a year, you have completed the initial transformation of the entire country.]
[The term 'nobility' has been thoroughly swept into the historical garbage dump in your kingdom under your leadership.]
[The state machinery called the centralized system operates in a more efficient and systematic manner, faithfully carrying out your supreme will as the regent king.]
[The calamity named Alvin Pendragon, like a flood, sweeps across the land, engulfing the decadence, decay, and degeneration.]
[Your various decrees and national policies spread like snowflakes to the northern end of the island...]
[The Celtic Kingdom, keenly watching various movements of the Saxon people, is shaken like a violent earthquake has erupted.]
