Cheng Yan travels through time, only to end up becoming an honorable prince in the Middle Ages of Europe. Yet this world was not quite as simple as he thought. Witches with magical powers abound, and fearsome wars between churches and kingdoms rage throughout the land. Roland, a prince regarded as hopeless by his own father and assigned to the worst fief, spends his time developing a poor and backward town into a strong and modern city, while fighting against his siblings for the throne and absolute control over the kingdom. Join Roland as he befriends and allies with witches and, through fighting and even farming, pushes back invaders from the realm of evil.
"You can come out now." Agatha looked at the empty corner of the room.
After she spoke, there was a faint shadow on the wall. Nightingale then came out of nowhere and blocked the dim candlelight.
"When did you discover me?" She sounded a bit surprised.
"When I took the ring from No. 76," Agatha said as she shrugged her shoulders and raised the jug, "would you like a cup?"
"If it's your treat." Nightingale sat down opposite the Ice Witch and said, "Can that magic stone sense magic power?"
"It's not magic power but an orange light beam, or perhaps I should say... the 'key'." She took out an empty cup, filled it readily and pushed it to Nightingale. "Your beam lit up half a room. It was hard not to notice it."
"Did she notice that too?"
"Most likely," Agatha nodded. "She didn't mind revealing her identity in front of her own kind."