Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 381 - 14: The Superiority of the System! (Six - s have been released that were previously sealed)

Chapter 381: Chapter 14: The Superiority of the System! (Six Chapters have been released that were previously sealed)

Tashina’s face was no longer friendly as she ground her teeth lightly.

Roman was insulting her.

An utter disgrace!

What was even more humiliating was that she could tell there was genuine sentiment behind his words.

She wanted to find a reliable husband, yet this guy was looking for a loyal dog?

Tashina really wanted to ask, "Are you out of your mind?!"

It’s true what they say, "A fallen phoenix is inferior to a chicken," but she hadn’t fallen yet, she was still the Black Iron King, the princess of the Steel Kingdom.

She looked at him for a moment and said, "I truly misjudged you! I thought you were a good candidate, but now I see you are a madman who knows neither respect nor propriety."

Roman knew this wasn’t going to work out and said nonchalantly, "If Your Highness is unwilling, then so be it."

Anyway, he didn’t lose anything.

"With that statement alone, I could strip you of all your titles!" Tashina was not exaggerating; once word got out, it could indeed become a catalyst for war.

Others were riding roughshod over her, and it wasn’t just about whether she could endure it; the Black and White Knights under her command couldn’t either.

But neither Roman nor Tashina had any intention of making this dialogue public.

This was supposed to be a confidential talk.

Roman spoke as if he had mentioned something trivial, "If you could do that, then I would change my tune."

Talking humans with humans, talking devils with devils, is that it?

You really are shameless, aren’t you!

Iota Hina suddenly realized this was the true face of the River Valley King; all his previous submission and gentleness towards the Black Iron Royal Family were pretenses.

Now his true form was revealed, and his disguise completely peeled away.

Such a man with monstrous ambition, daring to make her kneel now, what he might do later was unthinkable.

It was time to strike hard!

She punched Roman in the stomach, causing him to double over reflexively, then seized the opportunity to raise her right arm and deliver a fierce elbow to his back, making him sprawl on the ground, lifting his head to look at her in pain as she walked away triumphant...

The fantasy moved smoothly, but she was not mindless enough for such recklessness.

Iolion saw her as the heir to the throne, training her patience by advising her to observe more, do less, speak less.

If she wasn’t suitable, then her husband could become the Black Iron King.

A year ago, Iao III had sent an important official to discuss this with the River Valley King, but Roman had not agreed.

Iolion was puzzled; someone actually despised his prized jewel. Call someone! Chop him down! What! Can’t chop? Then forget it.

She was also puzzled; did he really understand what she was offering?

In theory, marrying her would elevate someone spectacularly. But her marriage partner could never be just anybody; only royal Bloodline of the highest order suited her, at least someone of the stature of Lord Fury’s eldest son—who had married Hena, the sister of Lord Oak two years ago.

Back then, Fury and Riptide had already shown signs of tension.

Thus, she and her father chose the remote king of River Valley—mainly because they highly valued the war potential of Origin City, calculating how to bring it under their control.

Of course, this wasn’t a conspiracy, merely a powerful alliance.

In just three or four years, the River Valley Lord had risen from a poverty-stricken noble in a remote area to a significant regional ruler despite limited resources.

Given more resources, wouldn’t that be akin to having the Conqueror reborn?

As for how much resource to give? Naturally, give as much as possible.

Keep wealth within the family, don’t air dirty laundry; Roman could be the next Black Iron King, as long as the Black Iron King after him was Iota Hina’s child.

However, no one expected the situation to deteriorate this rapidly.

Tashina was furious because Roman had repeatedly rejected her.

Time and again, time and again.

Does a Steel Princess not deserve respect?!

Tashina said coldly, "Someone will kneel down! But it will certainly not be me, because the son of Ioannos never kneels before anyone!"

She secretly swore to make this impudent, arrogant man regret his words.

Clinging shamelessly to him was out of the question,

If not for the bigger picture, she would have punched him long ago.

She firmly believed Roman could not dodge her sneak attack, and knocking him to his knees would be exceedingly simple.

But the consequences might be unmanageable.

There was plenty of time; this was not urgent.

Once she demonstrated sufficient strength, broad-mindedness, and extraordinary wisdom, making him feel inferior, he would realize what he had missed out on today.

"Your Highness, as long as you’re happy," Roman didn’t take her words to heart at all.

He always pursued efficiency, seldom engaged in quarrels, and didn’t want to argue, as arguments deflate one’s spirit. Better to conserve energy and let strength do the talking.

Tashina, ever the woman of action, left after her fierce pronouncement.

Roman had arranged a room for her in the castle, giving her the respect she deserved on the surface.

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Tashina rose early, assisted by her maid in dressing.

Although she had traveled here by an army march, having maids with her meant she wasn’t left completely isolated when she had retreated from the Black Castle to Oak Territory, taking all she could with her.

"Your Highness, everything here is too primitive," the maid complained.

Being from the Court and knowing many regulations and etiquettes, she felt contempt and disdain for this place where none were applicable.

Tashina, admiring the radiant Steel Princess in the mirror, said, "Millie, if you’re uncomfortable, just endure it."

The maid made a face of subtle resentment as she did Tashina’s hair.

Their princess sometimes had a stinging way of speaking. All the maids said so, and as her personal maid, she felt it deeply.

"Your Highness, are you really going to marry Lord Roman?" she asked, deeply invested in this question as she was meant to be part of the dowry.