The New Civilization of Witches

chapter 1: From today onwards, I am a ruler

PrinceCheng Yan could sense that someone was calling out to him.

"Your Majesty, please wake up."

He turned his head away, but the voice he heard did not disappear, instead it grew louder. Then, he felt someone gently pull on his sleeve.

"Your Majesty, Prince of my Kingdom!"

Cheng Yan's eyes snapped open.

His familiar surroundings had disappeared, his desk was gone, and the familiar walls filled with post-its had disappeared.

They had all been replaced by a strange sight.

The public square surrounded by small brick houses, and the gallows erected in the center of the square now dominated its field of view.

He himself sat at the table across the square from the gallows.

There was no soft rotating office chair under his butt, but rather a cold hard iron chair.

There was also a group of people sitting with him and watching him closely. Some of them dressed up as the medieval aristocrats and women of those Western movies, and tried to hold back their laughter.

What the fuck? Wasn't I just in a hurry to finish my mechanical blueprint before the deadline? Cheng Yan was confused as he thought to himself. For three days in a row, he had been working overtime.

Thus, he was mentally and physically at his limit.

He could only vaguely remember that his heartbeat had become unstable, and that he just wanted to lie on his desk and rest...

"Your Majesty, please state your decision."

The speaker was the one who quietly pulled up his sleeves.

His face was old, seemingly in his fifties or sixties, and he was wearing a white robe. At first glance, he looked like Gandalf, from The Lord of the Rings.

Am I dreaming? Cheng Yan thought as he licked his dry lips, Reigning? What verdict?

As he quickly looked around, his confusion was swept away.

The surrounding people all looked towards the center of the square, to the gallows. Many of the townspeople were also in the square and waved their hands while shouting and even occasionally throwing stones at the gallows and figures on top of them.

Cheng Yan had only ever seen such an ancient death instrument in the film.

The hanging pole consists of two pillars that extend upwards about 4 meters from the elevated pedestal, with a transverse beam extending between the two pillars with a thick yellow hemp rope around the middle of the crossbar.

One end of the rope was tied to a gallows, and the other end was tied into a noose on the prisoner's neck.

In this strange dream, Cheng Yan thought he was entering, he discovered that he could see everything clearly.

Normally, he even needed to wear his glasses to see the words on the computer screen, but now Chen Yang could see every detail of the gallows, which were fifty meters away, without his glasses.

Prisoners on top of the gallows had their heads fully covered in hoods and their hands tied backwards.

They wear dirty gray clothing that is nothing more than a ragged cloth covering a very thin frame, it seems like you can easily wrap your hands around their exposed ankles.

Cheng Yan assessed the prisoner as female from his slightly bent chest, and watched as he stood there shivering in the cold wind, but still trying to stand tall to face his fate on his feet.

Alright, Cheng Yan thought to himself, what crime did this woman commit that caused so many people to become so enraged, and wait for her to be hanged with such fury and hostility?

Cheng Yan's memory appeared, almost as if it was suddenly turned on and he realized the cause of the situation, and the answer to his question, at almost the same time.

He was a

"witch"

He is considered to have fallen into the temptations of the devil and is known as the incarnation of evil.

"Your highness?"

The Gandalf-like person urged cautiously.

Cheng Yan glanced at the old man.

Healthy, mania,

Cheng Yan's new memories told him, the old man was not named Gandalf, his real name was Barov, and he was the Assistant Minister of Finance sent by Roland's father to help govern the region.

Cheng Yan's identity was the 4th

The Prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle, Roland, and he had been sent here to rule this region.

The residents of this border town had captured the witch and immediately handed her over to the local guards for questioning.

Questioning? Nope,

He was immediately sent to be punished without a chance to defend himself.

Executions of suspected witches were usually overseen by local rulers or bishops, but since he took over the region, issuing such orders had become his duty.

Cheng Yan's memories answered his questions one by one, there was no need to sift through and read them, as if it had always been his own experience.

He was confused for a moment, it was absolutely impossible for a dream to have so many details.

Then, Cheng Yan thought, could this not be a dream?

I have truly traveled through time, into the medieval dark ages

Europe, and has become Roland? I have gone from being a miserable mechanical engineer with a nose down on his papers to a grand 4th

Prince last night?

This part of the territory that looked very barren and backward was in the Kingdom

Graycastle, a name he had never seen in his history books.

Well, then how do I want to handle this?

Cheng Yan thought to himself.

Cheng Yan decided he would try and check how such an unscientific thing transported through space and time happened later, his immediate concern was how to stop the joke that was happening in front of him.

Assign blame for disasters and misfortunes that have befallen them to

"witch"

this is the stupid barbarians.

He really could not force himself to do such a foolish thing as hanging others up just to satisfy the watching masses.

|He took the official written command held by Barov and threw them to the ground and slowly said,

"I feel tired, we'll give our assessment another day. Court dismissed, now disperse people!"

Cheng Yan knew he could not risk being reckless, so he ransacked his memories carefully and reflected the former prince's behavior.

He must continue with the former prince's style and mischievous behavior.

True enough, the fourth prince himself was chaotic, evil in character, and did whatever he wanted without thinking about the consequences of his actions.

By the way, Cheng Yan mused, can they really expect an uncontrollable twenty-year-old man to have good manners?

The noble members sitting with him maintained their composure at his unexpected statement, but a tall man wearing a harness stood up and argued,

death as soon as it is identified, or another witch may be tempted to try to save it!

Do you want to force the church to get involved when they hear that we've let a witch live?

We have no choice in this matter!"

Carter, this dashing guy, is actually his guy

Knight Commander.

Cheng Yan frowned and said,

"Why? Are you scared?"

His voice was full of blatant ridicule and not a complete action.

Is the witch really the messenger of the devil?

"Isn't it better to catch more witches than to just accept one?"

Seeing him no longer say a word, he,

Cheng Yan waved his hand to call his personal guard and left.

Carter hesitated for a moment before descending and chasing after the troops walking by the 4th prince's side.

The other nobles got up and saluted the prince, but Cheng Yan could see the humiliation veiled from the eyes of the people in the crowd.

Back to the storage room,

the castle was located in the south of the border town, he chased away the anxious Minister Barov outside his bedroom door, letting him finally breathe a sigh of relief now that he was alone.

As a person who spends ninety percent of his time dealing with people through computers, facing everyone like him has just surpassed his comfort zone.

Cheng Yan discovered the location of his bedroom from his new memories, sat on his bed, and rested for a moment as he tried to suppress his beating heart.

Right now, the most important thing was to clarify the situation.

Why was the prince, who could not stay in Wimbledon City, the royal capital, sent to this barren land?

Roland Wimbledon was actually sent here to fight for the right to replace the king.

Everything comes from the King

Wimbledon ll the beautiful proclamation of Graycastle for her children says,

"You want to inherit the kingdom? The eldest prince does not have to have the right to be king, only the one who proves himself to be the most capable of ruling can inherit the country."

He placed the various territories under the rule of his five children, and after five years he would decide who would be his successor based on the level of skill they showed in governing their respective territories.

While changing the decision about who should inherit the throne into a meritocracy and providing equal opportunities regardless of gender may sound like a very enlightened concept, it is not,

the real problem is with the actual implementation of those ideas.

Is there any guarantee that all five receive the same initial conditions? It is not like playing a real-time strategy game.

To his knowledge, the second son had been given a better territory than this border town.

Actually when he thought about it, it seemed like among the five regions that had been given to them, there was nothing worse than his border town.

The starting point is just lower.

Also, Cheng Yan wondered, how does one judge the level of government?

By population?

Military force?

Economic position?

Wimbledon Il did not mention any standards, nor did it limit in the slightest their method of competition.

If someone secretly killed another candidate, what would he do? Will the queen stand and watch her children kill each other?

Wait for....

He carefully recalled the next memory, well, another bad news; the Queen had died five years ago.

Cheng Yan sighed.

Clearly, this was the savage and dark feudal era he had experienced.

The way they seemed to kill the witch by accident was enough to give her some clues.

Also, Cheng Yan thought, why would he want to be king?

Without the internet and without the comforts of modern civilization, he would have to live the same life as the natives.

Burn witches for fun, live in a city where everyone dumps their shit wherever they want, and end up dying from the Black Death.

Cheng Yan being a prince could already be considered an extremely high starting point.

Even if he did not become a king, he still had noble blood and had been bestowed the title of nobility.

As long as he managed to survive, he would be considered one of the Realm Sovereigns.

Cheng Yan suppressed his wandering mind and went to the mirror of his room.

The man looking at her in the mirror had light gray hair, which was the most characteristic feature of the royal family.

His face was slightly pale and with his usual facial features, he looked completely devoid of personality traits.

He seemed lacking in physical exercise and for wine and women, he remembered enjoying both of them regularly.

He had several lovers in King City, but all of them were willing participants, he did not force anyone.

As for the cause of moving his own cross..

* per dimension transfer.

Cheng Yan guessed that thanks to the inhumane company's insistence on going forward,

his boss had arranged for him to work overtime, which in turn actually led to the tragedy of his sudden death.

Victims of such cases are usually coders, mechanical engineers, and programmers.

In the end, no matter what, at least I got an extra equivalent life.

I really shouldn't complain too much, in the coming days, I might be able to slowly improve this life, but my first task is to play the role of the 4th prince and convince.

so that others do not find anything wrong with my behavior and thinking.

I could be accused of being possessed by a demon, making me burn at the stake, Cheng Yan thought inwardly.

"So, to live well ..."

Cheng Yan took a deep breath, looked into the mirror, and whispered,

"from now on, I'm Roland the ruler."