The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Rosalyn changed into the dress she had brought and looked very formal.

Although the place where Rosalyn was received did not seem very formal.

Rosalind and the Grey Robe had assumed that the governor, who commanded these powerful Lars Knights and controlled the entire kingdom, would reside in a very luxurious place. However, to Rosalind and the Grey Robe's surprise, the governor's residence looked quite ordinary, not much larger than the residences of ordinary Castilian nobles.

The gray-robed man originally thought that even if the other party did not live in the palace, the place where he lived would not be much worse than the real palace, but he did not expect it to be very ordinary.

Moreover, the meeting was not held in the reception room, but in the study, which made the gray-robed man's heart tighten. It was clear that the other party did not value this meeting very much, or rather, did not consider this meeting to be very formal.

On the bright side, perhaps it was because His Highness is still young, and such a private occasion is indeed more appropriate.

Even so, Rosalyn was still quite nervous. Although her eyes had been covered, just by listening to those cries of agony, Rosalyn could already imagine how overwhelming the battle must have been.

Moreover, such private meetings can reveal some of the other party's attitude.

In addition, Rosalind witnessed the prosperity of this country called Cape along the way. Although she did not observe it as meticulously as Grey Robe, Rosalind understood that it was a country whose economic strength and military combat power were enough to crush Castile.

How could I not be nervous about meeting the actual person in charge of this country?

Moreover, I've heard that the elven princess is right next to the Governor of the North; she's the princess of the elves!

Guided by her maids, Rosalyn, dressed in Castile's most magnificent gown, stepped into the seat of the nation's leadership after walking down a short corridor.

"Your Excellency Governor of the North, Rosaline Tamara sends her greetings on behalf of the entire Royal Family of Castile."

Generally speaking, rulers like to bestow a lot of honorific titles upon themselves, but the true ruler of this kingdom seems to have little interest in those titles. Caroline also reminded Rosalind to avoid saying meaningless nonsense when talking to the governor.

Rosalyn lifted her skirt and, as if she had practiced it a thousand times, bowed to the person in the main seat after entering the study.

The man in the grey robe followed Rosalind, humbly showing respect to the person seated at the head of the table.

“I have heard about your situation. I can assure you that, at least within Capet’s territory, you will receive the respect you deserve. Please have a seat.”

Upon hearing this, Grey Robe and Rosalyn breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in the seats that had been prepared for them.

Rosalyn raised her head, but instead of looking at the figure on the main seat, she searched for the elven princess in the room.

Then Rosalind saw Tia lying on the sofa, munching on potato chips and flipping through a book.

"..."

Rosalind suddenly felt something inside her quietly break. The fact that this elf could so casually munch on snacks and flip through books in the governor's study meant that her status was undoubtedly very high.

But why, why would the legendary, elegant, and noble elves behave so...casually on such an important occasion?

Meanwhile, the gray-robed man carefully observed Lind from the side.

Younger than Grey Robe had imagined, a stark contrast to the gerontocracy on the continent of Sauron.

Linde gave a brief introduction to Lena and Tia, who were standing next to him.

Lena had already stopped what she was doing and looked at the two people coming from afar, nodding curiously.

Tia merely glanced at the two of them, and only after Lind's prompting look did she slowly sit up.

When Rosalyn confirmed that the elf in front of her was indeed the princess of the elves, her little emotions were written all over her face. It wasn't that she was disappointed; Tia's aura when she was serious did indeed resemble that of a dignified, mysterious, and elegant princess, but she didn't seem to be associated with nobility.

The grey-robed man was much more natural. Even though the elves had long lifespans and a long time had passed, and the elves had their own considerations, just like in the legends, they enthusiastically offered to help. The grey-robed man, on the other hand, wondered if he was dreaming.

While the two were observing their surroundings, Linde was also observing them.

"I've heard about your situation. Your kingdom has suffered a crisis, which is why you've sailed here to seek the elves' help, is that right?"

Upon hearing this reminder, Rosalyn finally remembered the purpose of her trip.

“That’s right. The Kingdom of Avar is now using cannons and muskets to continue its invasion of other countries on the continent of Sauron. My kingdom is in dire straits. Great elf, esteemed governor, please lend a helping hand and fight against evil with us.”

Rosalind recounted in detail the current situation in Castile and the destruction that Avar had wreaked on the continent of Soren.

Although she was still young, Rosalyn spoke with a firm tone and earnest words.

Rosalind's story sounded like a fairy tale about a princess who traveled a great distance to another continent to seek help from elves in order to save her kingdom, but Lind sensed something was off.

After Rosalind finished speaking, Lind asked, "Why did Castile send its youngest princess to seek help from the elves?"

Upon hearing this question, the gray-robed man sighed heavily. The other party was indeed a formidable opponent, having immediately grasped the crux of the matter.

“My father, brothers, and sisters all have very important things to do, and this is also to prove my courage and determination to save the country!”

Rosalind didn't feel anything was wrong, after all, her father had indeed given her the best resources he could to take the risk.

But in Linde's view, this was merely the last vestige of the King of Castile's conscience as a father.

"My esteemed advisor, you're probably not very popular in Castile, are you?"

Upon hearing Linde's words, the grey-robed man nodded: "I am not of noble birth..."

Okay, it's the same old problem from the feudal era.

Linde had already made a general assessment of Castile: its social level was probably similar to that of the previous Capet, or even worse in terms of resources and productivity.

Because there is no constraint from the tower, some geniuses are still able to become high-level professionals and enter the upper class through their own efforts and opportunities.

The reason why the Grey Robe is unpopular is probably not only due to the nobles. Even his fellow high-level professionals probably do not agree with the Grey Robe's ideology. That's why the nobles can use this reason to openly discriminate against the Grey Robe.

"So, Your Highness, Princess of the Elves, may I ask you to lend a hand and help our country?"

Rosalyn spoke earnestly, but Tia did not answer directly. Instead, she turned to look at Lind.

It wasn't that Tia didn't want to help, but rather that she was somewhat powerless to do so. The Gog Empire was currently mainly cooperating with Lind in terms of logistics and resources, and Tia was also powerless to help these suddenly appearing "elf believers".