The wise King

Prince Roland was an unconventional member of the royal family. Unlike most of his brothers, he had never set his eyes on the throne, instead single heartedly pursuing the field of magic and combat.When war broke out against the demons, all his siblings led their troops to the battlefield, hoping to grasp the opportunity to accomplish deeds of honour that would back their claim to the throne.Roland was just as excited about testing his skills on the field, eagerly preparing to join the legions. However, his ambitious brothers were well aware of his martial prowess, and found ways to block him from joining, leaving him within the capital.The battle with the demons finally ended after a long war, but the king was the only one of the royal family who survived to return. When even he died of his wounds shortly after, Roland accepted his fate and took the role as King of the Great Manta Kingdom.Faced with this new fate, Roland can only rely on those around him to provide reliable advice.Will the Roland manage to achieve his goal of becoming a wise king? Or will he eventually lead the kingdom to its ruin?Chapter 1The Warrior who became KingMana, the source of all magic.It was present in all things spiritual. Humans, too, could condense a mana reserve in their bodies through arduous hours of meditation, forming an internal pool for mana to accumulate. This was the first step towards becoming a magic user.However, while it might take months or even years to condense their own mana for most people, there were exceptions to everything.Throughout history, there had been rare appearances of geniuses who could condense mana with ease, and each of them had caused tumultuous waves on their paths to becoming extreme magic users.Roland was born as one such genius, and he naturally understood how special he was.That was the reason why despite being born into the royal family, he had no interest whatsoever in obtaining the throne, instead single-mindedly pursuing the pinnacle of magic.Of course, he was not nearly foolish enough to neglect his physical training either, training both magical and physical aspects to great heights.He was without weaknesses in combat, the strongest that the country had to offer.But because he was always busy with training, not many knew of his appearances, much less his capabilities.This day, too, he sat cross-legged on his bed with his eyes closed, carefully circulating the mana in his body in meditation.It was daily a routine for him, diligently meditating for an hour before even taking the first step out of bed. This had allowed his mana reserve to grow steadily over the years, until it had become the current monstrosity.His sleeping chamber was large, as befitting of a prince, but it was also relatively empty. Roland had preferred it this way, clearing up a large space between his bed and the door, where he occasionally practised his battle techniques.At the far end of the chamber, his personal maid was calmly seated on a chair that was placed against the wall. Her eyes were closed, but she was not resting.Just like Roland, she was meditating.As the personal maid of a training maniac, she had little to do, and Roland had forced her to train together with him so that he would have someone to practise with.After all, people learn faster when there are peers whom they could compare with. This was just like how the existence of a rival would make one strive even harder.The maid slowly opened her eyes, before walking over to his bed side. Her steps were light and silent, unnoticeable to an untrained person."Your Highness, it is time."The maid gave a short bow before saying gently.Hearing the reminder from his maid, Roland let out a deep breath as he ended his state of meditation, then walked to his wardrobe. His steps were similar to hers, producing no sound at all as he made his way across the room."What do you think will be fit for the occasion, Rose?""We have gone through this multiple times, Your Highness. You do not have a choice in this matter. Your outfit is already ready.""Urgh, that's such a troublesome thing to wear though!"Roland complained as he looked at the set of clothes that had already been specially laid out on a rack beside the wardrobe."It is time, Your Highness," Rose reminded once again, ignoring the obvious reluctance of her master."Fine, fine! Dress me," Roland finally gave up and stretched his hands out by his side."Yes, Your Highness," Rose nodded and immediately got to work, her well-trained hands moving in a blur.The set of clothes was truly elaborate and gave off a kingly aura. But the multiple layers had to be fitted together through multiple buckles, making it a chore for someone to don the outfit by themselves