Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest

The twin witches smiled at Roman, their faces as radiant as flowers.

Few dare to ally with witches; such fools are rare to come by in a century. The last one was named Noel, who risked his entire family for his true love, a character of utmost integrity, a genuine paragon.

To put it bluntly, such behavior is a top-tier foolishness. Yet, in the witch’s eyes, Noel is a moral exemplar, a saint.

This perception is quite normal.

Witches survive with difficulty, in harsh environments. Love unfulfilled, repression is the norm, naturally yearning for the best life they can imagine—even though Diana’s outcome was not good, there are still those who relish it, desiring only to die in the arms of a lover—their emotions as heavy as black holes.

But living in this wild and ignorant era, who hasn’t gone mad? Just managing to hold on.

Noel’s caliber is rare to find in a century, and once a century passes, new fools are born. Alster’s son, to protect witches, withstood Church Court pressure for years, like gold tested by fire, extremely reliable in character, his actions echoing those of Silver Moon Noel back then.

The witches of Cangyue hold him in great esteem, not less than the admiration held by the girls of Origin City towards their own lord.

If not for the tense situation in Cangyue, the Seat Witches would have long come to see this newly emerged paramount figure.

"Your Highness, Lady Isabella commanded us to present you with the Silver Moon Gem."