The convoy did not stay in Withered Willow Town for too long; as long as they continued in a straight line, they would soon return to the Palace.
However, Sophia suddenly remembered the wheat seedlings in Kree Village; it seemed she hadn't visited them in a long time.
It just so happened that Kree Village was not far from Withered Willow Town; it only required a slight detour.
Thus, under Sophia's authorization, Delilah commanded the Black Rose Guard to pull the reins lightly at a fork ahead, slowly turning toward the southeast.
That was Kree Village, the place where Sophia had sown the first batch of seeds of Divine Miracles, and also the starting point of the grand industrial map in her heart.
When the carriage approached Kree Village, even Vasha, who had always maintained a steady and indifferent demeanor, could not help but let out a low voice of surprise.
It was already deep autumn. The wastelands of the Kingdom of Orr had long since become desolate and grim, but in the trial fields of Kree Village, there appeared a kind of vibrant vitality that bordered on eerie.
In those neat rows of fields, the green stems and leaves had not only failed to wither but were growing exceptionally sturdy, exuding a stubborn vitality amidst the cold wind.
"Is this... Your Majesty's territory?"
Daphne lay prone against the window edge, her emerald eyes filled with shock.
As a former Magical Girl, she could feel a certain vigorous vitality surging beneath this land. Although it was not magic, it possessed a sense of heaviness far greater than magic.
Several sentries wearing simple leather armor and carrying muskets on their backs had already spotted the convoy's banner.
Even Princess Vasha, who was born in the Kingdom of Orr where agriculture was relatively developed, was somewhat shocked.
It would snow in less than a month. Even in the Kingdom of Orr, they would no longer plant grain, because it would undoubtedly die.
Yet Mason was actually still planting grain, and it was growing so robustly?
"It's Your Majesty's convoy! Your Majesty the Queen has come!"
The loud shouts instantly spread throughout the fields.
The subjects who were working stopped the tasks in their hands one after another. On those faces that had once experienced suffering and were numb and unfeeling, there now brimmed a kind of near-fanatical reverence.
The Village Chief ran over tremblingly to welcome them, and behind him was a group of people who looked out of place with ordinary farmers.
They wore coarse linen clothes, yet could not conceal the vain air left behind by a life of privilege.
The dependents of the old nobles who had once spent money like dirt in the Royal City were now gray-faced and covered in dirt, digging up weeds in the mud.
Those few bandits Sophia had exiled back then, the One-Eyed Dragon who had wanted to cause trouble in the tavern, were now each carrying a heavy basket of manure, their faces covered in sweat.
Sophia stepped down from the carriage supported by Willow.
Her pale golden pupils swept lightly over this group of people without pausing, as if looking at a pile of pebbles by the roadside.
Hmm, it looks like the workload for these past few months has been sufficient. The waists of those noble young ladies have thinned by a circle; it seems labor truly can reform people.
As for that One-Eyed Dragon... carrying so much fertilizer and surprisingly not slacking off. It seems the overseers Victor left behind are very competent.
This kind of extreme indifference, however, turned into a kind of lofty divinity in the eyes of those around her.
Daphne learned of these people's origins from someone nearby and was also extremely shocked that Sophia had actually spared their lives.
She simply did not care about revenge. Those people who had once betrayed her were not even as important as a ridge of wheat in her eyes.
This is a true King; her eyes hold the warmth and fullness of the myriad people, not personal grievances.
She hated it—why did she transmigrate to become a Princess of Orr?
If she had transmigrated as a Princess of Mason and become sisters with this Your Majesty Sophia, that would have been wonderful. Then she wouldn't have had to suffer for these past few years!
Just as Sophia was conversing with the Village Chief about the harvest of the trial fields, Delilah stopped her horse not far away. Her pale red eyes scrutinized the crowd coldly to prevent any unexpected changes.
Suddenly, her gaze fixed upon an old woman who was squatting by the ridge of the field, picking vegetables.
Delilah's memory was excellent; she remembered instantly.
Wasn't this the old woman who had pulled her hand outside when she first came to the Kingdom of Mason, complaining with a bitter face that "that Tyrant Sophia wants to kill us all"?
At the same time, the old woman also looked up, her eyes meeting Delilah's sharp gaze.
The air froze in that second.
The old woman looked at that majestic and extraordinary Black Rose armor on Delilah, then looked at the Tyrant she was guarding like a shadow. That face full of wrinkles instantly turned from red to white, then from white to green.
"Oh no... that's the Heroine who wanted to enter the city to kill the Tyrant back then!"
"Back then I even pulled her aside to speak ill of Your Majesty, saying Your Majesty was a man-eating devil..."
"But now, Your Majesty not only didn't kill us but also distributed these Divine Seeds to us that can grow fruits as big as millstones, letting our whole family eat their fill."
"Has that Heroine also been subdued by Your Majesty?"
"Then if she remembers that I filed a complaint against Your Majesty, and tells Your Majesty now, wouldn't this old lady's head be lost?"
The old woman's heart instantly leapt to her throat. Her turbid eyes were full of guilt and shame.
She didn't even dare to look at Delilah one more time. She shrank her head violently, like a frightened quail, tremblingly picked up her vegetable basket, turned around, and ran deep into the field ridges.
Because she ran too anxiously, her old arms and legs wobbled, and she nearly planted herself into the ditch.
Delilah: "..."
This red-haired Valkyrie rarely revealed a trace of speechlessness in her expression.
She could even feel that the shadow area in that old woman's heart right now was probably larger than the trial fields of Kree Village.
"Back then you solemnly vowed that Your Majesty was a demon; why run now?"
Delilah sighed lightly, then turned her head to look at Sophia, who was squatting in the field seriously examining the wheat growth, the corners of her mouth unconsciously rising slightly.
Your Majesty, look. You not only conquered their stomachs with bread but also used this kind of baffling surprise to make even their guilt become so interesting.
"Your Majesty, look at this!"
The Village Chief excitedly pushed aside a patch of wheat ears.
"It's been less than half a year, yet they have grown so well. With this, no one in Kree Village will starve to death this winter!"
Sophia reached out and touched the fragrant wheat ears, feeling an unprecedented sense of stability in her heart.
Good job, Irene.
Although you are a bit rash, your biological technology tree hasn't grown crooked.
These wheat seedlings are the first solid cornerstone of my Kingdom of Mason.
"Very good."
Sophia stood up, dusted off the dirt on her hands, her voice cold and firm.
"Tell the subjects to work hard."
"Next year, This Queen wants the fields of the entire Kingdom of Mason to turn this color."
"For Your Majesty!!!"
On the fields of Kree Village, the earth-shattering cheers of the nationals rang out.
And amidst this wave of cheers, Sophia boarded the carriage once again.
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