Found you

"Anna, before you will go to bed, try to think a bit more about what mana is...There might not be a definite answer, but try to do some meditation and breathing exercise I taught you. For every witch, that energy can represent something else. All I can advise right now is for you to try to think of mana as very small particles floating all around us in the air, not visible to a naked eye." Roland said, getting ready to get back to his room.

"Small particles, not visible to a naked eye? I understand, Your Highness. I will try my best!" Anna said with a determined expression.

Seeing her determination, Roland slightly regretted his words.

"Just make sure to get enough sleep. Good night, Anna!" Roland said with a faint smile, waving back at her while walking away.

"G-Good night, Your Highness!" Anna smiled and quickly responded just enough for Roland to catch her words.

When Roland arrived at his room, he immediately fell on his bed with his back first while covering his tired face with his hand.

He began to think about his plans, including making the Ondol House, producing Cement for the Wall, and also How to train your witch.

He also began thinking about the blueprint he was making including the guns such as the revolver pistol and musket, I also about the steam engine for various purpose.

"*sigh* Alright, let's stop thinking about those things for a while..." Roland muttered as he was growing crazy from all those thoughts, he wanted to speak his mind out loud but he couldn't risk someone hearing him.

Roland started thinking about who could be the possible assassin and he immediately started from his most trusted people and personal closest to him after that, he focused his sight on people working in the kitchen.

'I don't remember anyone significant from the kitchen and someone would have noticed if somebody is adding something into the food. Not to mention, they aren't making food only for me which means that it would kill even other people, however, nothing of sort happened.

This can only mean that the one who killed the prince is someone very close to him, possibly someone *yawn* who brings the food to him.' Roland finally started feeling his eyelids getting heavy so he decided to continue tomorrow.

For the last time, he looked towards the doors at his "masterpiece" and a sly smile formed on his face. With the dagger under his pillow, he was fully ready to go to sleep. Roland fell asleep with one hand under the pillow and another at top of his belly.

******

Roland had a dream.

A very, very long dream.

In his dream, he was a king of a territory. He led his troops in a long war, going from one end of a continent to the other while constantly forging ahead. He conquered one country after another. When he conquered more than half, and was about to complete the feat of ruling over an entire continent, Demons of an alien world suddenly invaded. Immediately, he led his troops to face the invading demonic legion, both hands still in his pockets.

At this moment, yellow circles of light lit up in the sky. Firearms began emerging out of the circular lights as they filled the sky. There were thousands of them with all shapes and sizes. There was no way to count them all as they spanned several kilometers.

The knights drew a gasp as they revealed looks of trepidation.

"Look at it… Isn't it the Colt Custom Gun that's worth several castle?"

"That is a Desert Eagle Machine Gun that's worth several island…"

"Ah, isn't that the Barrette Custom Gun that only existed in legends?"

"Every gun in there seems to have quite an impressive background…"

The demons was confused about the weapons he used, after they experience the horrors of his Firearms, they began to fear him and give him the nickname of Demonic Slaughterer.

It was also a very long battle, much longer than his conquest wars and much more brutal and bloody. Humans perished in great numbers but he finally succeeded in chasing the demonic legion back to their alien world.

After that battle, every country put a stop to all wars to prevent the invasion of the fiend legion or other species of alien worlds. As such, Roland's ambition of conquering the entire continent had to come to a stop.

But as a king of more than half of a continent, he remained the most powerful king.

He began governing his country and the process during this period was rather vague. In fact, from the moment the dream began, it was in bits and pieces. However, the dream felt extremely real. Roland did not realize that he was in a dream.

*Creak* *Bam!* The following morning when someone opened doors to Roland's room, a stack of books fell down from his nightstand, slightly surprising a maid who just walked inside with his breakfast.

"Um..." Roland obviously woke up due to the loud sound but he wasn't making any sudden movements since he already noticed the sunlight, instead, he was just observing the maid with a sleepy look on his face.

"Good morning, Your Highness" The maid did the basic courtesy before focusing on her job.

"Good morning...Tyre" Roland awkwardly replied but it just sounded as if he was still sleepy.

Roland got up from his bed and threw some clothes on just to quickly cover his sleepwear

"I am finished here. If you excuse me now, Your Highness." Tyre said with a faint blush before trying to leave his room but Roland stopped her quickly enough.

"Tyre?"

"Yes?, Your Highness? Do you require anything else from me?" Tyre turned at Roland with a confused expression as she saw him nonchalantly playing with the cup of hot tea, smelling its fragrance but never tasting it.

Roland took his eyes from the swirl he created in the cup of tea and looked at Tyre with a faint smile on his face.

"I am still feeling slightly drowsy. I was hoping if you could remind me if you are always the one bringing the food to me." Roland asked with a calm tone.

"Yes, ever since you named me your Head maid, you wanted the food to be delivered by me, Your Highness. Is there perhaps any problem with it?" Tyre asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable inside. She couldn't put her finger on it but she felt that Roland Wimbledon in front of her wasn't the same person.

He never tried to get handsy yesterday and neither did he try it now.

"No problem here. You may take your leave, thank you for the hard work." Roland took a few steps towards Tyre and put his hand on her shoulder before speaking with a kind smile on his face.

Tyre nodded her head and bowed to him before taking her to leave. Roland watched the doors close and the moment she disappeared, his kind smile changed to a slightly shrewd smile while narrowing his cold grey eyes.

"Found you."

'I will investigate a bit more just to make sure but I am already more than 80 % sure that it is Tyre. Well, for now, I will be getting food straight from the kitchen or send Anna to get us some food since it would look suspicious for a prince to go to the kitchen. I also don't want to arose Tyre's suspicion. It was already visible that she found my behaviour strange since our Fourth Prince used to get handsy with her at every moment he could get. To be honest, Tyre was in the perfect position to assassinate him, both high position and seduction, this prince never had any chance.'