"Master, here's your newly warmed tea," said Landell as he arrived in the office of Frost Larsh.
Putting the tea cup down, Landell poured the tea over it. As soon as he finished, Frost took the teacup and started sipping tea.
"Ahh! Tea is the best to drink hot."
After a few more sips, the tea was now fully consumed. Taking the teacup from Frost's table, Landell went back to the kitchen.
Even with the going battle in the outskirts of his territory, Frost decided to continue reading the book 'To be a king, he must be a great leader.'
He decided to build his own kingdom in this desolate rigid territory.
"A huge amount of money is needed, huh? I saw the treasury and there seems to be less than 100 thousand... Sigh, that's not even enough to reconstruct this white castle."
The first dilemma that Frost encountered was obviously the lack of money in his treasury. Though all his subordinates could go back to the Immortal world, it would be good if they also got a home in the territory of Larsh.
"Now, where do I find ways to earn money... I can't possibly return to Laradan and work."
As he was contemplating on how to earn money, Landell arrived with a cart behind full of accessories and expensive armors.
"Master! Look, those fools left us with countless treasures! We got free expensive armor!"
'Oh, so there was a way to earn money.'
Landell went near him and handed a list of all the materials.
"Master, here's the list. It was done by my son, Lance. I'm so proud of him," Landell said as took a handkerchief and wiped the fake tears on his eyes.
If anyone from the Laradan Kingdom were to see how Landell was acting, they would think that the world was ending. Landell was the trusted aid of Frost Larsh, his cruelty was only second to his Master.
Having been accustomed to how Landell acted, Frost Larsh resumed reading the list he was holding.
[Materials got from the 'Foolish' foreigners.
-10 A-Grade Mithril Full-Body Armor
-10 A- Grade Mithril Swords
-10 A- Grade Mithril Shields
-8 A- Grade Mage Staff
- 12 B-Grade Obsidian Spears
- 20 C-Grade Iron Daggers
- 50 Normal grade swords
- 100 Small Pouches of Gold coins
For the ruined weapons, they are taken to the Immortal world to refine.]
Upon reading the list, Frost couldn't help but give a thumbs up to these foolish mercenaries. They entrusted their fate to death, leaving their possessions in their hands.
Knowing that the invasion brought them riches, Frost couldn't help but give a satisfied laughter.
"Hahaha! We are rich! We are rich! Landell, open the small pouches and spread all the good coins on the floor! Today, we are swimming amongst the gold!"
Following the words of Frost, Landell emptied the small pouches on the floor creating a small mountain of gold coins.
"Hahaha! We are rich! We are rich!" As Frost said, he launched himself towards the small mountain of gold coins. Yet, the instant his body made contact with the frigid, unyielding stack, combined with the momentum gained from his leap, his whole body felt as though he had been punched towards an uneven wall.
The impact sent shivers down his spine, his muscles tensed as if attempting to absorb the shock of being launched towards these lumps of luxurious metal.
Due to the euphoric moment of becoming rich, he forgot that he was a very feeble mage.
Though he couldn't die physically, his body could still feel pain.
Before he could even start swimming in the huge amount of Gold coins, Frost passed out due to pain he just experienced.
"Master!!!"
Frost Larsh, the first villain to ever pass out because he dived into a mountain of gold coins.
***
Opening his eyes, Frost finds himself in a small room. Very different from the grandiose room he had back in the White Castle.
"What's this? Did someone kidnap me?"
As he looked around the room, everything seemed unfamiliar. There was a slim box standing vertically in the middle of the table.
However, as Frost went near the slim box he found that there was a platform below helping it to stand.
"Ah, so that's how it stood. This technology is amazing."
After admiring the technology behind the slim box, he started looking around the room he was in. He wanted to know which place he was in.
The design in this room was something he hadn't seen in his 15 (actually 115) years of existence.
"Wait...! Perhaps the invaders kidnapped me?! They were able to defeat Landell?! No! My money!"
Thinking that he was perhaps kidnapped by the invaders, Frost started breaking down in his room.
However, his shout was so loud that it disturbed his neighbors.
"Hey! Daniel! Shut up! Your scream is disturbing us!"
Hearing shouts coming from the other room, Frost wondered who this Daniel he was referring to.
Recovering from his breakdown, Frost sat in the bed where he woke up from. As he traveled his eyes around the room, he found a shelf full of books.
As the only thing he was familiar with, Frost decided to read a book in order to know more of the place he woke up from.
"Hmm, this prison is not that bad. They even give books to relieve boredom."
Browsing the title of each book, he stumbled upon familiar words.
"The Hero and the Demon King... Did I perhaps read books like that back when Father traveled to foreign countries? But how come I don't remember."
Curious about the book, he took it out to read.
"Let's see…"
Once upon a time, in a distant land, there resided a formidable Demon King whose imposing and robust physique allowed him to dominate all who crossed his path, instilling fear in the hearts of people throughout the continent. As he traveled to the nearby countries to destroy them, an oracle reached the temple of the Larsche Goddess: "A Half-Blooded savior shall emerge to vanquish the demon king."
When the Demon King came to know about the oracle, he persecuted all the half-blooded people.
As the Demon King's army gradually extinguished the lives of these half-blooded people, the Larsche Goddess opened a portal to the Immortal world, providing refuge and bestowing upon them the gift of immortality.
Aware that the Goddess favored the Humans, the Demon King cunningly assumed the identity of a half-blooded fairy named Nolan Rutherford…
"Why on earth is the name of the Demon King here is Nolan Rutherford? Wasn't that also the name of the Hero in Laradan?"
Though he wasn't able to get any answer, he continued reading the book. But the next words were all written by incomprehensible characters…
"What the heck— was there a printing error?"
Unsatisfied with the little content he just read, he skim-read the other pages. To his disappointment, all of them were written with characters he couldn't understand.
"I was reading the good part, why did it have a printing error."
Disappointed with the book, he put it back and laid down on the bed.
"I might as well sleep."
Having decided so, Frost Larsh closed his eyes.