Shasta met Roman in the manor.
The latter had been waiting for her for quite some time.
"Greetings to you, River Valley King,"
Shasta, well-versed in court etiquette, bowed impeccably.
"Nightmare Witch, we meet again," Roman said with a smile.
"The person you are today is very different from who you were two years ago," the witch said with mixed emotions.
"But my promise still stands," Roman said cheerfully.
"I thought you were but dreaming back then. Later, I was too preoccupied to remember your proposal. Now, it seems I underestimated your capacity; you surprise me," she frankly admitted.
The once obscure noble had grown into a true King.
"Humans are meant to progress, Shasta. Humans are born to progress," Roman reiterated, gesticulating as he spoke.
"Those who stand still or even regress will only be swept into the garbage heap—they are destined to be abandoned by the advancing times. And I, I have already reached the very forefront, the pinnacle of this era's waves."
