Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 156 sounds pretty good.
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Snowflakes were falling heavily, and the wind was biting cold.

Isabella stood silently in the snow, like a statue.

In just a short while, the snow that had been cleared away by the intense heat of the battle was now covering the soles of their boots again.

Chacha...

The sound of footsteps on snow could be heard from the right.

Footsteps were approaching, but she seemed not to hear them, standing there blankly.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting."

A familiar voice rang in her ears, followed by a hand gently wiping away the snow that had accumulated on her head.

Isabella then turned her head stiffly, as if a robot had been switched on, her eyes dark and filled with a mixture of emotions.

It's clear that her mind is in a state of confusion.

Ron didn't rush to explain anything. Instead, he took off his coat and draped it over the girl's thin frame. Then he walked up to her, squatted down, and said, "Come on, go to your room and rest. Don't catch a cold."

Isabella looked at Ron's strong, reassuring back without making a move.

"Where is your friend?" she asked.

“She’s gone,” Ron replied.

"They're gone?" Isabella asked, puzzled.

"Yes, she has her own things to do."

"...She's so strong, aren't you going to go with her?" Isabella asked after a moment of silence.

She herself didn't know when she realized that Ron had brought her out of the mountains just so that she could protect him.

Perhaps they noticed it from the beginning.

Strangely enough, instead of being angry about being used, she felt somewhat...happy about this dependence.

However, this feeling subsided considerably after learning that she might be a substitute for someone else.

Now that Ron has found someone stronger to protect him, he will leave.

She thinks so.

"In your eyes, am I someone who can only rely on others to survive?" Ron asked with a light laugh.

“That’s not what I meant…” Isabella lowered her voice, “I just felt that if someone stronger protected you, I could leave…”

“You can’t leave.” Ron’s tone was slightly forceful, interrupting Isabella’s wild thoughts.

Isabella was taken aback by what she heard.

“I promised you before that I would help you seize your future,” Ron said.

“…But you’re not from the future.” Isabella’s expression was complicated.

She had heard everything Cecilia had told her: Ron came from another world.

"Does it matter?" Ron asked.

“It doesn’t matter, but you deceived me.” Isabella shook her head painfully. “You have no idea what my future will be like. My future will not be like you said, with many people liking me and needing me. Someone like me can never become someone that everyone can rely on!”

She mustered the courage to leave the mountains and face the future she dared not face because she longed for the future Ron described.

Now that she knows that the dreamlike future was just a lie, she no longer has the courage to go on.

“I did not lie to you.” Ron squatted on the ground, straightening his back, displaying the sincerity of a knight: “I do indeed come from the future, and you will indeed become the emperor of an empire revered by all.”

"Are you still going to deceive me?" Isabella's eyes revealed a hint of disappointment: "Your name is Ron Rhinet, the king of the Kingdom of Lach. You have come to the Holy Unified Empire only to undergo a trial. After the trial is over, you will leave."

"It seems Cecilia has told you quite a bit."

"Was everything she said a lie?"

“No, what she said is true, but…” Ron paused, stood up, turned and looked Isabella straight in the eye: “That doesn’t prove that what I said was a lie.”

"The world I live in is the future of this world, and this is well proven by the aura of the [Annihilation] power within me. However, over the long years, the history you lived in has been forgotten by later generations," he explained.

Isabella paused for a moment upon hearing this, then asked, "Then... how do you know my future?"

“This is because I unintentionally came into contact with the legacy you left behind. When I received the [Nirvana] legacy, I was fortunate enough to witness your remarkable and tragic life,” Ron replied.

"It is because of your kindness that I came into this world and learned of your existence, and I so earnestly wanted to help you take that step ahead and eliminate those regrets in your life," he continued.

After hearing this, Isabella stared blankly into Ron's eyes, those beautiful eyes now filled with unwavering sincerity.

After a moment, she slowly lowered her head and murmured, "So cunning."

"what?"

"You know everything about me, but you won't tell me anything about you," Isabella accused, though there was no hint of blame in her tone.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't tell you this before because my own situation wasn't very good, so... I didn't want you to worry about me," Ron said apologetically.

“What’s wrong with talking about this? Shouldn’t friends help each other?” Isabella’s expression turned serious as she stared into Ron’s eyes and said, “I want to hear everything you’ve been through.”

“If you’re willing to listen, I certainly wouldn’t dare to hide anything,” Ron replied with a smile.

"However, let's go inside to avoid the cold. If we keep getting soaked like this, we'll really catch a cold."

He turned around and squatted down again.

This time, Isabella didn't hesitate much. She leaned down and gently lay on Ron's back, her hands going through Ron's neck and resting on his chest.

Ron hooked his arm around Isabella's knee, slowly got up, and walked forward through the snow.

"Are you going to Hilchin Fortress next?" Isabella asked.

"Yeah." Ron nodded.

"That person just now... your friend is from the Order of the End, right?"

"probably."

"So you're going to Shirchin now to join forces with Grand Duke Michael to deal with your friends?"

"Do not."

"So you're going to team up with your friend to deal with Archduke Michael?"

"Not at all."

"Then what are you going to do?" Isabella asked, puzzled.

“I have already asked Kertia to spare the survivors of Misian State, but we can’t help them for nothing. Our purpose in going there is to make them apologize to you for what they did in the past and acknowledge you as their master,” Ron said.

Upon hearing this, Isabella's expression immediately became flustered: "You don't need to do these troublesome things for me."

“No trouble at all,” Ron said with a smile.

“This isn’t appropriate,” Isabella said, shaking her head as she gripped Ron’s shoulder tightly with her small hands.

She wasn't ready to accept these people's apologies, and this kind of forced apology wasn't what she wanted.

As for making Grand Duke Mician acknowledge her as his master, that's even more absurd.

As a duchy under the Holy Unified Empire, the Grand Duke of Misian only respects the Emperor of the Empire and will not casually honor princes and princesses as his masters.

This is against the rules, and she doesn't want to show her face in public as a princess.

“What’s inappropriate about it? You have noble royal blood…” “Shut up!” Isabella stretched out her hand and covered Ron’s mouth: “I know you mean well, but I want to make my own decision about this. I hope you can understand me.”

After saying that, she let go of his hand.

“Okay.” Ron didn’t press the issue.

“However, you must do this, because gathering a large amount of faith power may help you get rid of the uncontrolled power of [annihilation], and allow people other than me to contact you.” He explained his intention in doing so.

"Mmm," Isabella responded softly.

Even an eighth-level expert wouldn't dare to stay near the "decaying" energy surrounding her for too long.

Looking at that handsome profile so close to her, making her heart race, and feeling the warmth emanating from him through her clothes, a blush rose to her cheeks.

"Having you by my side is enough." The words in my heart murmured unconsciously.

“What did you just say?” Ron asked.

"N-nothing," she raised her voice, changing the subject: "By the way, do I really look a lot like that Gloway?"

“It is very similar,” Ron nodded.

"What do you think is the reason?"

"It could be just a coincidence, or it could be reincarnation," Ron offered his opinion.

"Reincarnation?"

"It means that after a person dies, their soul receives divine favor and is reborn as a baby in exchange for forgetting all past memories," Ron explained.

The world of "God's Descent" doesn't seem to have the concept of reincarnation; at least, no character's profile includes a description of "so-and-so's reincarnation."

However, since this world has the concept of a soul, perhaps the idea of ​​reincarnation really exists.

"I heard... she's your fiancée?" Isabella asked.

"Yes."

"Sounds good."

"what?"

"It's nothing." Isabella seemed to have lost all her strength, resting her head on Ron's shoulder and closing her eyes to rest.

Ron glanced at Isabella's fair and snow-white face, but said nothing.

Before long, Ron took Isabella to her house to rest.

He then went to check on the condition of Zede and the others.

The battle was incredibly destructive, but fortunately, Cecilia chose battlefields far from crowds.

Zeder and the others were only knocked unconscious by the shockwaves from the battle; no one died.

He called over those who were still conscious and far from the battlefield, moved the unconscious people into the house, and used the life energy he had just converted to give everyone a simple treatment.

After a night of rest and recuperation, almost everyone had recovered by the next morning.

The procession proceeded as scheduled.

When asked how yesterday's battle ended, Ron only briefly explained that other people appeared and killed the dragon.

Zede and the others were puzzled after hearing this, especially Alec, who had personally witnessed the crimson dragon spew out two breaths that struck Ron.

He was only on the edge and was already stunned by the dragon's breath, let alone Ron, who was at the center of the destruction.

He was very curious about how Ron had survived, and who was capable of subduing that terrifying crimson dragon.
But Ron was unwilling to say more, and they didn't press him for details.

For the next few days, Ron and his group traveled on unusually smooth roads.

Kertia ordered the removal of the End Order members from their route, leaving behind many vehicles that could travel through the snow.

Meanwhile, Ron's deeds spread throughout the counties along the way, and the survivors, no longer needing to search for him, voluntarily went to the towns the group was bound to pass through to wait for him.

This greatly improved the efficiency of Ron's team's advance. In just five days, they crossed two counties and met at Hilchin Fortress.

What was initially thought to be a perilous journey turned out to be surprisingly uneventful after arriving in Wengen Town, leaving Zede and the others feeling utterly surreal.

Therefore, just before they arrived at the Hilchin Fortress, they all suspected a trap and told Ron not to rush into Hilchin until they had sent someone to investigate.

"Alec, what do you think?" Ron asked Alec for his opinion.

The Hillchin Fortress is less than twenty miles ahead.

Alec has been the calmest he's been these past few days. He probably learned something from Grand Duke Michael, but he hasn't said anything.

"Lord Alfred has prepared a banquet at his residence to welcome you. If you wish to rest here, please inform me, and I will pass on the message to Lord Alfred so that the banquet can be cancelled and preparations can be made tomorrow," Alec replied calmly.

The words did not explicitly advise Ron on what to do, but anyone with a modicum of manners would not disappoint the host's hospitality.

“In that case, please tell Grand Duke Michael that Princess Isabella will be arriving shortly,” Ron said with a smile to Alec.

"Yes." Alec nodded and turned to leave the room.

“Wait a minute.” Ron called out to him and continued, “Princess Isabella is still haunted by her experience in Misian State and may not easily enter the city.”

Alec frowned. "I hope Your Excellency will give His Highness some more advice."

“I will persuade him, but my persuasion alone is not enough; Grand Duke Michael also needs to show his sincerity.”

"What sincerity?"

“I also request that the Duke of Miansian erect a statue of His Highness in front of the city gates and throughout the city streets, and then have the people of the city worship and repent. Once His Highness sees it, he will naturally enter the city,” Ron said.

With magic present, building statues is not a difficult task.

Upon hearing this, Alec felt a surge of rejection and dissatisfaction.

Are they to worship the Witch of Calamity?
If this gets out, how will Grand Duke Michael ever be able to maintain his position in the Holy Unified Empire again?
"Please allow me to inform Lord Alfred," he said solemnly.

Ron nodded.

He did this not simply to humiliate Grand Duke Michael, but to prepare an escape route in advance.

About five minutes later, Alec returned.

"Lord Alfred has agreed to Princess Isabella's request and is already making preparations. I request that you attend to witness this," Alec replied.

Grand Duke Michael made a compromise.

He had no choice but to compromise.

With his objective achieved, Ron no longer delayed and led his team forward.

As darkness fell completely, the team arrived at their destination.

Ron Lema looked ahead at the magnificent Hilchin Fortress.

Unlike other cities, its city walls are covered with countless rows of magic array projections.

With this kind of spectacle and firepower, even an eighth-level expert would be severely injured.

No wonder Archduke Michael was able to hold out for so long.

At that moment, as promised, a statue of Isabella was erected in front of the city gate, with five people kneeling in worship.

Seemingly seeing them outside the city, the magic array in the sky dissipated, revealing densely packed black-armored soldiers on the towering city walls.

The city gate slowly opened.

(End of this chapter)