King Roland's Summons

When Roland had convinced Nyx through practical action, she merely shot him a few contemptuous looks the next day instead of refusing to let the matter go. Knowing when to quit, Roland vanished from before her at light speed.

"Your Highness..." As Roland turned the corner by the stairs, he ran into Darian Nightblade, who was sitting on the steps. Upon seeing Roland, Darian Nightblade awkwardly rubbed his hands together.

"Heh!" Roland gave him several scornful looks. This was certainly an unconventional way of winning the Emperor's favor.

Roland strode ahead while Darian Nightblade trotted after him. Darian Nightblade was terribly uneasy inside...

After briefly recounting the incident to the others the previous night, they had instantly distanced themselves from him. Only Adolf Heinrich, still recovering from his injuries, remained standing beside him with a baffled expression, avidly watching the drama unfold. Only old hands like Yun Feng knew just how petty Roland, Middle-earth's seemingly magnanimous and broad-minded "empty-promises" king, could be. The Chariot People had killed a squad of the Kingdom's scouts, and the opposing commander's daughter had been subjected to impalement by an enraged Roland, followed by a delightful all-army massacre package! When the Nazgûl had wiped out Roland's only heavy cavalry unit, the violent Roland had nearly led troops to attack the Black Gate. The bounty on the heads of the Nine was still up!

Roland could also be maliciously petty toward his subjects at times. It was never anything truly harmful, but it would absolutely make you miserable. Yun Feng, the "workhorse king," understood that better than anyone. So when Yun Feng heard Darian Nightblade's account, he had been the first to run, even covering his ears with an expression that said he could hear nothing.

Everyone looked as if Darian Nightblade was finished, frightening