Come to another world and become a lord

Arya sits at the wooden table in the tent, her quill scratching across the paper, her eyes focused and calm. Outside, the north wind howls, blowing dust into the camp with it, bringing a biting chill. Suddenly, the curtains are flung open, and Amira walks in, bringing the cold wind and her dissatisfaction into the tent.

“I really don’t understand you,” she crossed her arms, frowned, and there was a hint of anger in her voice, “You are actually planning to give Karl to someone else.”

Arya did not even raise her head. The documents in her hands were still being flipped. Her voice was as calm as the frost in the north:

“This is the best option.”

“Whose interests are they in? Carl’s and Princess Snow’s?” Amira says, with a hint of sarcasm. “But they certainly don’t include you.”

Alia finally raised her head, her eyes cold and steady:

"This is what the overall situation requires and it is also the best arrangement."

“Why did we come all this way here?” Amira asks, her voice rising, leaning against the table, her tone filled with barely concealed anger.

"Convince him and make this happen." Alia's eyes did not avert. "At the same time, our presence can also prevent accidents from happening."

Amira stares at her for a long moment without speaking, then sighs, her eyes filled with mixed emotions:

"Do you really believe that this is the right thing to do? Or... are you just running away?"

Alia did not answer, her eyes lowered back to the document in her hand:

“The situation is more complicated than you think, and many things have to be weighed.”

“Yes, power, responsibility, and profit,” Amira sneers, a little tiredly. “We conquer the world, fight for our country, and finally we can’t even be with the one we love. What’s the point of all this?”

"Power is not only a glory, but also an inescapable responsibility." Arya said in a low voice, "Even a king cannot do whatever he wants."

“So, I’m glad I’m just a mage.” Amira raises an eyebrow and speaks more cheerfully. “Mages don’t have to worry about those things. They can do whatever they want~”

Alia sighed and shook her head: "You are indeed an outlier."

At this time, the curtain was lifted again, and an envoy of the Great Khan walked in and saluted respectfully:

"Lord Alia, the Great Khan wants to see you."

Alia nodded, stood up, and followed the messenger out of the tent.

In the Great Khan's tent, the charcoal fire kept out the cold, and the faint scent of herbs filled the air. Akitila half leaned on a thick animal leather chair, his face pale but his eyes deep. Although the wound on his body had stopped bleeding, there was still no sign of improvement. After seeing Alia come in, he raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "You are here."

Alia bowed slightly and said calmly:

"Alia Gran, meet the Great Khan Akitila."

"Forget it." Akitila waved his hand, his tone casual but still dignified, "Forget about the red tape. In fact, I want to express my gratitude to you. Logically, I should visit you, but you also saw..." He smiled bitterly and patted his chest, "This injury probably won't heal."

"You'll be fine." Alia's voice was filled with polite comfort.

"Who knows?" The Great Khan sighed and looked outside the tent. "But what's giving me a headache right now is Karl. He hasn't agreed to my proposal yet. If it drags on..."

"He'll agree." Alia interrupted him, her tone firm, "Karl is a rational man."

"Besides feelings." Akitila's eyes fell on her again, and there was a complex meaning in his voice.

Aaliyah was silent for a moment and did not answer.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not blaming you." Akitila's tone slowed down a bit, with a hint of helplessness, "I know you've paid a lot for this. But maybe, we still have other ways."

"Another way?" Alia looked at him puzzledly.

"In our tribe, marriage is not as complicated as yours. A man can marry multiple women at the same time." Akitila said tentatively, "If you don't mind..."

"This goes against my beliefs." Alia's voice was cold and hard, interrupting him directly.

The Great Khan was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this."

"I will convince him." Alia said in a deep voice.

As the two were chatting, a loud crow suddenly sounded outside the tent, harsh and ominous. Alia stood up alertly, instinctively grasping the hilt of the sword at her waist with her right hand, staring sharply at the entrance of the tent.

Then a black shadow passed by, the candlelight in the tent flickered, and then a crow with black feathers and scarlet eyes flew into the tent and circled above. Crow, crow again, the Great Khan and Alia frowned at the same time, they stared at the strange bird.

The crow slowly landed on the ground, its black feathers trembling as they gradually lengthened and transformed into a human figure in a black robe. He raised his head, his face covered by a hood, and held a withered wood staff in his hand.

When he appeared, Alia's eyes almost widened and she shouted in surprise:

"You are... the wizard under Aaron!"

"I have a name. Call me Casabelos." The wizard replied gloomily.

"I heard Carl mention you, the initiator of the madness. It's because of you that the orcs have become so crazy." Akitila asked calmly from behind.

But I heard Casabelos reply:

"Well, there is nothing to hide now. It should be said that you and your tribe are my biggest obstacle here."

"I'm really sorry." Akitila replied sarcastically.

"Aren't you dead?" Alia also shouted in confusion at this time.

"Death?" Kasabelos laughed hoarsely. "Mortals are still as ignorant and arrogant as ever. Do you really think it's easy to kill a wizard?"

Alia's fingers tightened around the hilt of the sword, and her eyes grew colder:

"No matter how you survived, I will send you to hell again!"

"Then let's try it." Another evil laugh came from the hood, and the black robe moved without wind, followed by a strange magical wave.

Alia said no more, and drew her sword from its sheath. Flames immediately ignited on the blade, and the blazing fire dispelled the coldness in the tent. She quickly drew her sword, and a blazing flame slashed at Casabelos.

The mage did not dodge, but simply raised his hand slightly, and a deep purple barrier appeared in front of him. The flames struck the barrier, causing a sharp roar, but failed to break through.

"Flaming Sword, do you know whose power you are using?" Casabelos sneered, raised his hand and waved it lightly, and a black magic arrow shot straight in the direction of Alia.

Alia dodged quickly, and the blade slashed at his flank with blazing flames. However, Kasabelos' figure was like a phantom, lightly drifting back and avoiding the attack.

But I heard Casabelos continue to shout:

"This power will only harm you."

At this moment, Akitila behind him suddenly shouted:

"Don't listen to his nonsense. This is the magician's best trick."

Alia did not hesitate, and once again jumped up and swung out the flaming sword, and the wizard had to raise the barrier again to resist. Magic and fire intertwined in the narrow tent, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and magic. The girl's sword approached again and again, but it could never touch Casabelos' body. And every magic attack of Casabelos was also evaded or blocked by her sword.

“You have good skills,” Casabelos’ voice was full of joking, “but no amount of skills can change your ending.”

Alia gritted her teeth, her eyes sharp as a knife, she exerted her strength suddenly, slashed with a sword, and brought about a blazing flame, forcing Casabelos to retreat. And at the moment when he paused, Alia suddenly jumped up, gathered all her strength into the sword, and stabbed him in the chest.

Hit! Alia did not relax, and twisted the sword horizontally at the moment of stabbing, and a flame burst out from the sword.

"It's over, Mage!"

The flames quickly engulfed the target, and Casabelos's body twisted and he let out a sharp scream. Alia felt happy, but then the scream turned into a low laugh.

Afterwards, the stabbed Casabelos suddenly turned into a pile of crow feathers and exploded in front of her. Then, the scene in front of her made it almost unbelievable for her. The person stabbed by her sword turned out to be the Great Khan Akitila, and Casabelos had disappeared long ago.

"How... is this possible?" She had clearly stabbed the mage, so why did he suddenly become the Great Khan? An illusion, an illusion? A trick of the mage!

“Great Khan!” Arya was stunned. She bent down and shook his body. “This is not me… This is not what I meant!”

Akitila was panting heavily. He looked at his pierced chest, and then looked at Alia. There was no fear of death in his eyes, but worry. He used up his last bit of strength to shout at Alia: "Run, don't let anyone see..."

However, before he could finish his words, he died completely. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the tent, and the Great Khan's guards rushed in. After witnessing this scene, they were all stunned, and then their eyes revealed disbelief and anger.

"Catch her!" someone shouted, and the sound of swords being unsheathed rang out in the tent. Alia had no place to explain, so she gritted her teeth, grasped the flaming sword, and forced her way out of the tent.

Outside the tent, the wind was blowing harder and the sky was growing darker, as if foreshadowing a bigger storm was coming.