At dawn, Ludwig was fishing in the yard.

Crystal dew drops quietly slipped from the leaves of the sycamore trees in the yard, and a few small fish swam comfortably from the bottom to the surface, leaving a few thin water lines.

"It turns out that there are really fish."

Ludwig looked silently at the small fish that could not bite the bait at all, and these small transparent fish, which were only a centimeter in size, were far from being able to eat earthworms.

He also remembered that the pond in this yard was not intended for fish farming, and the clear pond was paved with only a few black and white pebbles, and it was purely for ornamental use.

Bonaparte didn't know how to keep any fish at all, and it seemed that one of his canaries suddenly wanted to see the water lilies, so there was a small pond in the yard.

When the canary left Bonaparte, the water lilies had long since died, and the pond had regained its original clarity.

Ludwig fished here for several months, only recently because of the exams at the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna.

In the past few days, there have been more lively little lives in this pond, and they have become the new residents of this small courtyard.

No, it's more than that.

It is true that wherever there is water, there is life, but the fish in this pond seem to have a certain spirituality by nature.

Ludwig looked at the small transparent fish that had been shaken out of the pond by his sword and put back by him.

On the bodies of these little fish, he felt an extremely faint breath that was somewhat similar to that of the mutated mushroom pig.

Thinking of the places he had marked in the depths of the Vienna Woods, the animals he had targeted for hunting were more or less anomalous.

"When the flow of time became completely consistent, the world began to change."

Ludwig closed his eyes, perceiving the chaotic traces of time in this world with the gift of absolute temporal sense.

It all started after Princess Anastasia's fifteenth birthday a few months ago.

This Anastasia, who is said to be loved by the world, has a birthday every year that Ludwig has recorded.

"Extraordinary power is coming to this world."

This is the answer that only Ludwig has discovered and observed so far.

It's unscientific, but it's incredibly true.

These small fish, which came with the wind, seemed to instinctively chase something, and finally came to this ordinary small courtyard.

The reason why Bonaparte quickly adapted to the strength of the earl level after taking the secret medicine is also the same.

The wind is up.

"Meow, there is Her Royal Highness the world's No. 1 princess in the room, Her Majesty the world's No. 1 Empress, but Ludwig is fishing."

"This man is so dull!"

Anastasia lay on her stomach by the window of Ludwig's room, grumbling.

I didn't say that you and Bonaparte's playboy couldn't control themselves, but how stupid it would be to leave the princess and Her Majesty the Empress in the room alone and go out fishing for the night.

"He's such a man."

"If you don't do that, you can't have the strength of a sword master at this age."

"The power of divine blood can guarantee your lower limit, but if you want to truly reach the peak realm, talent and hard work are indispensable."

"Ludwig, the possibilities are endless."

Unlike Anastasia, who complained, Margaret looked at Ludwig with more satisfaction.

That feeling is like seeing her when she went to Africa alone to do penance in order to become stronger as a girl.

In order to become stronger, she is desperate to move forward, completely forgetting that she is a princess of the Roman Empire.

Hide in the dense rainforest and hunt the Titan Monty Python that is more than twenty meters away.

For three days and three nights, he did not eat or drink, chasing and killing the manticore in the Sahara Desert.

It was the hardest and most fulfilling period of her life.

Because he lost to his father, he realized his own shortcomings, so he worked hard to train himself and completely stimulate the hunting instinct in his divine bloodline.

At that time, she didn't expect that winning her battle would be the last battle in which her father did his best and did whatever it took to fight.

The father, who was always full of majesty, even drank a secret medicine with great side effects in order not to lose to his daughter.

When Margaret wanted to challenge him again after returning from her practice on the African continent, she couldn't believe her eyes.

This old man who is in his twilight, whose life force is visibly depleted to the naked eye, and who looks like he is in his fifties, is really the father who pressed her a few months ago and knocked her down with skillful skills?

What it means for the Roman god blood and bloodline to show obvious aging phenomena, as a princess from the Purple Hall, she couldn't be more clear.

Father, you are too dead to save face!

"Don't underestimate Ludwig's fishing, he's not really fishing."

"You have inherited the best hunting talent from your ancestors, and then take a closer look at his hands and eyes."

For the young Princess Anastasia, Margaret patiently guided her to understand the strength of Ludwig.

There are some things that you can't understand unless you've really tried them yourself.

"His hands?"

Anastasia's pupils began to constrict, and she entered a state of preoccupation that was characteristic of the blood blood of the Roman gods.

She didn't have Ludwig's sense of absoluteness, but she had the ability to hunt wildly that even Ludwig didn't have.

Soon, she could see that Ludwig's hand movements were strange when he was fishing.

"Why meow!?"

"His movements, uh, I'm going to get dizzy."

There are only a handful of people in this world who can see Ludwig's movements clearly, and Princess Anastasia is one of them.

Because of this, the more she observed, the more dizzy she became.

"Stereoscopic perception of vertigo symptoms."

"You're seeing residual images that you shouldn't be looking at."

"Generally speaking, this is a short-term symptom that occurs only after observing and trying to parse more than 100,000 targets at the same time."

"It was the first symptom to be discovered by a Roman ancestor when he observed a flock of millions of waterfowl."

"When normal humans look at the world, they instinctively blur the background that they don't need to observe, reduce the information they get, and use it to make accurate and effective judgments."

"Our Roman god blood bloodline has a naturally high sense of perception, and will record the flight path of even a mosquito in the air."

"Ludwig's cultivation is to interfere with the surroundings from a perspective that humans can't observe."

"In the eyes of others, he is quietly fishing there."

"And only in the eyes of the blood blood of the Roman god can you see his dominance over the surrounding realm."

"Don't look at the fact that he only has a fishing rod in his hand now."

Margaret pushed open the window and pulled a utility knife from Ludwig's art toolbox.

"Huh!"

In the next second, the utility knife disappeared with lightning speed.

"Ding!"

Anastasia used all her strength to see the sword light that had been deflected into the wall.

"Do you see clearly?"

Margaret's hands were itchy.

Ever since the confrontation with her brother Roman I for the custody of Anastasia, she thought that she would never meet an opponent who could give her all out.

Who would have thought that there would be such a freak as Ludwig.

"Not with a fishing rod, not with a fishing line or hook."

"It's the water droplets, which broke your throwing knife aunt."

"It's not that he's faster than me, it's that he's judging all the attacks that threaten him."

Anastasia looked incredulously at Ludwig who was slowly swinging his hand.

At that moment just now, she had exerted the extraordinary vision that the Roman God Blood Blood was proud of to the limit, and she could barely see what was happening clearly.

The utility knife that her aunt Margaret shot was shaken open by a drop of water that Ludwig threw up with his fishing rod.

"Good morning, Lady Mary."

Ludwig put away his fishing rod and said nothing to anyone about the resurgence of his supernatural powers.

Even if you say it, no one will believe it, it's a step-by-step process, and you can't get the right answer with the current evidence.

It may take a few more time speeds up before the true supernatural power completely descends on this world.

"Ludwig, little Anna told me that she is willing to cooperate with you."

"Since you won the duel before the gods, then according to the tradition of ancient Rome, I voluntarily pay a ransom to compensate for this loss."

"Hey, I'm about to lose my position as the guardian of the Vienna Forest."

Margaret had a melancholy look on her face, but there was a lingering smile in the corner of her eye.

Finally, there is a good opponent.

Compared to the savage, brutal and stupid Roman, Ludwig is not too perfect.

"I'm sorry, but I'm having a hard time."

Ludwig felt a little guilty in the face of the complaints of the Vienna Forest Guardians.

He didn't expect that the best black truffle would be so valuable, which was too different from the average black truffle price recorded in the library.

This is the disadvantage of poor information, and it also makes Ludwig more convinced that the black market is unfathomable.

Extraordinary power is about to be revived in this world, and I am afraid that there are many top masters like Aunt Mary in this world.

A mountain is even higher, and the heroes of the world cannot be underestimated.

There is far more than one kind of transcendent bloodline, and even the small fish in the pond are beginning to contain a trace of transcendent characteristics, and it is not surprising that the mythical creatures of Ludwig will reappear in this world in the future.

"Don't worry, I still have some savings and can afford to pay this compensation."

"However, to lose the position of guardian of the Vienna Forest is to lose my job."

"If you're unlucky, you may go bankrupt, and you can only go to a royal family to be a swordsmanship teacher.

Margaret's eyes became more and more pitiful, as if she was about to go bankrupt!

This operation made Anastasia stunned.

Auntie, you are His Majesty the Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire!

Half of the whole world belongs to you, how do you toss to go bankrupt!

Also, why do you look at Ludwig with such expectant eyes, you are from his grandmother's generation according to your age?

"Uh...... Or I'll compensate you with half of the money I paid for selling the black truffles. ”

Ludwig was a little overwhelmed, and he was not afraid of anyone to win or lose one-on-one.

But in the face of the aggrieved Margaret, Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire, he really didn't know what expression to show at such a time.

In the realm of absolute timing, his swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world.

But this is not a problem that swordsmanship can solve, it is completely beyond the program!

"Wait, I'll introduce you to my aunt!"

"I have a way!"

Anastasia couldn't help it, aunt, did you get out of shape by Ludwig's knife in the head!

Why did Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire show such an aggrieved expression.

"Little Anna, the adults are talking to the children listening first."

"It's too early for you to do these things."

Margaret tapped her little niece's head, and since realizing how strong Ludwig really was, she seemed to be back to her girlhood.

The Roman emperor who single-mindedly longed for his powerful father, who inherited the ancient name of "Caesar Octavian Julius Augustus Constantine".

She longed to be as strong as her father, as enlightened as her father, and to perpetuate the glory of Rome like her father.

In the battle with her brother Roman, she actually did not lose.

Both sides did hit a real fire, and she gave Roman a ferocious tearing blow, and was also stunned by Roman in a near-dead way.

She was dizzy for about five seconds, and Roman almost completely lost his combat effectiveness, just gritted his teeth and didn't fall down, losing a lot of blood.

If it is a battle of life and death, the result must be that Roman dies first, and she can survive.

The next day, she regained her combat effectiveness, and Roman was taken back to the north by his mother, the Empress of Tsarist Russia, overnight.

This is still on the stage of the Colosseum, which is a limited field.

If it was the rainforests of the African continent, or in the desert, it would be almost impossible for Roman to win against her.

It can be said that Roman only won her under the rules of the Colosseum on that occasion.

In a life-and-death battle between the two sides, Margaret has more than a seventy percent chance of winning.

But Ludwig's strength is different, it is a strength that is completely different from Roman's brutal fighting style, and it can even be said that it is another dimension of strength.

As he had just observed, he had the ability to turn decay into magic with a gesture, and to dominate everything around him in a certain realm.

Such extraordinary properties are almost inexplicable except for the use of white phosphorus incendiary bombs and similar weapons of mass destruction.

It is precisely because of this that Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire is extremely curious, wanting to understand and feel this powerful essence.

"Ludwig, introduce yourself again."

"I am Mary, the former guardian of the Vienna Woods, Anna's aunt, born into a family of knights who practiced ancient Roman swordsmanship and warfare."

"In the future, please give me a lot of advice."